Rita's Girly Place

Miss Me! I Do!

2012-01-26T19:11:00.003-05:00

I know you haven't heard much from me lately. I apologize. (Not saying "sorry"!) I've spent the last month in Italy. Alba, actually. Nona,(Monica's grandmother) who is very frail right now insisted that if I wanted to know the proper method of Italian cooking I needed to humble myself and work in a "real" kitchen. So I did. After all my years in various culinary schools and working in great resturants I got a real eye opening experience. I know it sounds like alot of fun but it was pretty hard work. The result is that I walk away with much, much mor appreciation for what I do. I'll try to pick up the pace later on.
Kisses,
Rita

Another Year!

2012-01-03T16:45:00.002-05:00

Happy New Year to everyone. I just got back from Boston and wanted to wish you all the best in the coming new year. Gee it's 2012 and we still don't have flying cars? What a rip-off! The past year was busy with many changes in my life. Work related, of course. My personal life is still the same. Danny and the girls are all well and (Really!) good! I hope to spend more time writing for you. I haven't forgotten the next installment of "The New Girlfriends" so don't fret. It should come along soon. I'm still trying to find my direction

Another Christmas!

2011-12-20T20:04:00.003-05:00

Merry Christmas everyone. Luckily it's just the immediate family this year. Shrimp, lobster, asparagus risotto on the eve. Lasagna on the day. It's been just so much catching up I had to do in the past month. I know you understand. I love you all and I wish you the best of holidays. Heck...I'm Christian...MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!

Peace, Love and Kisses'

Rita

I'm Starved!

2011-12-11T22:12:00.004-05:00

Crunch time. I'm just getting back to a few more days at home just to kick back. Danny is working. Laura is back in Boston. Monica and Stephanie are in New York. I have a ton of articles to get done. Don't think I'm not going to continue. I'm very hungry to make it work....you know I will.....kisses Rita

I'm Late!

2011-12-02T22:44:00.003-05:00

I hope you all had a very happy Thanksgiving. I was busy on assignment in Napa.It's so nice in California this time of year. I'm home now and feeling a bit guilty that I wasn't here to prepare something fot those I love. I'm making up for that this weekend with a full traditional Thanksgiving feast. Well, I know you're probably more interested when I'll continue writing my stories. Soon, I hope. I really want to finish off the "New Girlfriends" saga or branch out. It will help me very much if you let me know what you want. I think I know how to deliver but I just need the address!
Kisses.....Rita

Happy Halloween!

2011-10-31T13:52:00.001-04:00

Have fun!

This Year's Halloween Theme!

2011-10-25T17:39:00.003-04:00

Well, it's almost a week away but I just wanted to let you know what our theme is this year. We're all going to dress as our favorite female singers of the past. No, I'll not be dressing as Patsy Cline. Laura will be Madonna. Stephanie will be dressed as Dolly Parton. Not suprisingly, Chrissy will be Lady Gaga! (OMG!) Stacy will appear as Bette Midler. And me?.....Dusty Springfield! I just love the look and have kept it the back of my mind for a long time! Patsy?....Monica took that role this year. She's even learned the words to "Crazy"!

More soon....kisses...Rita!

The New Girlfriends: Part 4 - Two Little Flirts!

2011-10-20T08:49:00.007-04:00

"He's too old for you, you know". I said as I was applying a second coat of black mascara to my already long lashes. Karen was busy checking for wrinkels in her sheer taupe stockings. "Whatever do you mean, Jessica?", she nonchalauntly replied. "You know exactly what I mean, hunny-bunny! I saw the way you were practically drooling over him this afternoon", I said as I leaned away from the vanity mirror admirering my sexy made up eyes. Karen sighed as she moved to sit next to me on the little padded bench. "I just couldn't help myself Jess. He is very cute and I know he's way too old for us but I can't help wanting to look pretty for him". I leaned over and kissed her on her rosy cheek. "I know doll face. I feel the same way.It's a girl thing, I guess. Help me pick out a sexy dress. One that shows off my tits to the best advantage. I want both of us to be just dazziling tonight"!
After spending most of the afternoon in our skimmpy bikinis frolicking in the pool splashing and playing touchy-feely we were now primping for our guest tonight, wanting to make a good impression. Shane was a nice looking guy but he also made a very pretty woman in his own right. We were both hoping he could point out any flaws in our pursuit to be pretty girls ourselves. Karen and I browsed the racks of dresses and gowns in the sanctuary of my mother's studio looking for the perfect feminine confection to compliment the sexy lingerie we had already adorned. I was wearing a waist cinching bustier which would alow me to find someting strapless while Karen was adorned in a matching lacy black bra and panty set along with a matching garter belt to hold up her smooth sexy stockings. With most of our makeup already applied in seductive evening shades it was just a matter of the perfect dresses and heels to complete the picture. Along with jewelry, of course. As Karen bent in front of me to check the hem length on a very cute LBD I fought the urge to cup her creamy globes in her panties. "Must stay focused!", I thought to myself. At that moment the most gorgeous, feminine dress caught my eye! It was a stunning strapless rose colored wet dream of a dress. The bodice was covered with intricate flowers cut off by a tight belted waist and flowing into an abve the knee flairing skirt. I couldn't wait to wiggle myself into it. Karen, meanwhile had zeroed in on a cute little black dress with the most adorable ruffled short sleeves. It was perfect for her. I'd already worn the dress myself several times before. I selected a pair of strappy silver 5 inch sandels which would allow my pretty red toenails to be on display. Karen chose a killer pair of black patent leather "come-fuck-me" pumps that matched mine in heel hight. After spending about fifteen minutes browsing all the wigs and getting used to walking in those skyscraper heels I decided on a long wavey auburn wig that would cascade across my bare smooth shoulders. Karen selected a shoulder length blond wig. It was perfect and would frame her pixie face beautifully. We sat side by side at the vanity putting on our earrings, adorning our necks with glittery necklaces and spritzing on our perfume. I was admiring the results so far when I felt Karen's long red nails tickle my bare shoulder. I turned to her and without a word she planted her lips on to mine. "You look stunning",she whispered as I felt her silky warm tongue invade my willing mouth. "I have to have you...now!", she moaned as she slid down between my legs and flicked up my short skirt. I felt her pull aside my panties and lick my balls and cock. I just sighed and let her have her way.I would pay her back in spades later on. As she greedily gobbled on my cock at the same time playing with my garter tabs. I picked up my lipstick and applied a generous coating to my pouty lips. As I was coating my lower lip in a shiny gloss I felt the stirrings of a delicious cum in my belly. My breathing became ragged as I felt my hot cum churning in my balls. "Karen!", I gasped, "don't get cum on your dress"! It was the best blowjob ever! I must have blasted my load for what seemed like forever. Karen sat up next to me with her lips pursed and her cheeks puffed out. I knew she wanted to share the goodies so to speak but I had just done up my lips to perfection. I put a long red nailed hand on her breast to stop her from leaning in. "No, honey. Let me see you swallow. I want you to drink down all of my love juice...slowly". She opened her mouth to show me my creamy white load. She locked eyes with me as she let it all slide down her throat. "Hmmmmmm", she moaned, "Now I have all your little spermies swimming in my tummy!", she said with a cute giggle. Then as if nothing happened she turned her attention back to her pretty face. "Mind if I use the same shade of lipstick as you?", she sweetly asked. "Of course, dollface, but I'll keep it in my purse for touch ups later"!
As we wiggled our way into the living room I realized that we had about half an hour before Shane was due to arrive. Karen was busy preening in every mirror she could find as she practiced walking like a supermodel in her stillettos. I set about getting the lighting in the room just so. In the back of my mind I was imagining being seduced by him on the big sofa in the center of the room. As I opened a bottle of Cabernet I saw myself with my dress hiked up and my legs wrapped around Shane as he hungrily buried his cock in my ass. I noticed that Karen had a bit of a bulge pressing out the front of her dress. I guess she was thinking the same. At about that time the door chimes rang. Karen and I stared att each other wide eyed for a second before coming together for a sisterly hug and air kisses. Smudged lipstick at this point would heve been a terrible disaster. Composing ourselves we walked to the door and opened it. Shane looked great in a pair of tight jeans and a leather jacket. His expression was priceless as he took in the sight of the two of us. Karen's smile could have lit the room and from the tension in my jaw I knew mine could as well. "My, my, my, just look at the two of you! You two are the most gorgeous girls I have seen in a long, long time! Jessica, that dress is simply stunning! I'll have to ask your mother to make one just like it in my size! And Karen, what can I say! Your body was just made for little black dresses! Oh and the shoes, just to die for! We both went to him and each linked our arms with his as we lead him into the room, grinning ear to ear! "Would you care for a glass of wine, Shane darling?", I asked in my best feminine voice as I turned to give him a better view of my ass as it swayed in my skirts. Trying to be the perfect hostess I turned and saw he had sat on the couch. I also noticed that Karen was sitting next to him still linked with his arm. Her thighs were pressed tightly to his staring at his profile with a hungry, puppy dog look on her face. I felt a pang of jealousy as I poured out the wine in crystal stemware and brought the back. I sank down on the other side of him and matched Karen for closeness. He took a sip then asked us to stand in front of him. "Move for me, show me what you have". Karen and I took the hint and began walking as sexily as we could in our high high heels around the room always making sure that our hips were swaying in a sexy manner. For fifteen minutes he put us through our feminine paces. Sitting, standing, walking and various feminine gestures. The way we held the stems of our wine glasses, the way we gestured with our eyes and flipped our hair back. All the while both Karen and I were shamelessly flirting with him. He knew it and was playing into it to see if we reacted the way any flirtty girl would do. He watched intently as he had us sit, smooth our skirts and reapply our lipstick. The way I offerd the tube to Karen after my application seemed to please him. "Jessica I know you've been at this for awile now and you are just perfect". I looked over to Karen and she had this little pout on her creamy red lips. "And you, Karen, are you sure your new to this? It's just so hard to belive that someone less that 48 hours ago can master walking in heels that high and with that much grace. You have either done this before or you are a born natural. "I really haven't Shane, I...", she stammered. "Come here, both of you", he said as he stood and opened up his arms. We scurried into them as if trying to get out of a sudden downpour. He hugged us close and I could feel my tits press into his side. He kissed both of us on the forehead. I yearned for a more intimate kiss and I'm sure Karen felt the same way. "Let's talk", he said breaking the embrace and the moment. We sat sipping our wine for over an hour as he asked us many questions. He asked about the feelings we have while dressing, styles we prefer, makeup, wig selection. Finally he asked a rather pertanant question. "What do you plan on doing with your lives"? We didn't really know how to answer that one. "Well, the way I see it the both of you are girls...Girls! You have talent. It should be nurtured and left to blossom into womanhood. I will help you all that I can. Jessica, I know Raven knows all about you. (That was an understatement!) Karen, you can't hide this stunning beauty that you are". I could feel the heat radiating from Karen's blushing cheeks. I'm sure your sister will fully understand and support you. She's working with Raven so that should be enough. Let her see waht a pretty sister she has. Promise me that"! Karen nodded with much enthusiasim. "Well, it's been an interesting evening but I have a late audition to do so I must say goodnight for now. Both are faces took a crash dive. He giggled when he saw us. (Such a cute giggle!) We'll be seeing a lot more of each other in the future, I'm sure", he said as he stood to go. Both Karen and I immediately jumped to his side as we escorted him out the same way we lead him in. We snuggled up to him at the door and looked up expectantly. I tilted my head and looked into his eyes. "Please?", I murmered. He smiled and gave me a deep kiss on my lips. I felt my legs turn to jelly as I felt his tounge snake into my receptive mouth. I could hear Karen's heavey breathing a she looked on lust. He broke the kiss and I whimpered out my disappointment as he turned his attention on her smooth red lips. As soon as he lips touched hers she let out a moan that would wake the dead as her arms went up around his neck. I swear she was dry humping his leg as they kissed. I heard more moaning and realized it was coming from me. I made a move and strocked his cock through his tight jeaans. He was as hard as a steel pipe. He broke the kiss and moved my hand away. "Now, now girls we better cool our jets before this gets out of hand. We're not at the point of this relationship were we can do certain things. Jessica", he whispered,"I have too much respect for your mother". I nodded, although reluctantly.
When he left Karen and I just stood and stared at the closed door, each in our own thoughts. I felt Karen snuggle up to me. "He was right. We did need to cool our jets", she sighed. I looked at her like she was crazy. "Fuck that", I laughed as I pulled her up the stairs to my mother's bedroom. As soon as I shut the door I took charge. "Help me out of my dress", I demanded. Karen was quick to oblige. As I was stripping off her dress I told her to find a sexy babydoll to put on. "Find something that's going to keep me hard all night. Fix your makeup and don't you dare take off those heels!", I exclaimed as I was busily fixing my lipstick. "Jessica...I..", she whispered. "Just do it, dollface! I'm going to fuck your brains out tonight and then your are going to fuck mine out"! I was operating on pure lust filled with adrenaline and perhaps a bit of jealousy. As she hurried to comply with my request I quickly donned a short, very sheer, very lacy babydoll nightie. "Fuck being a boy! Shane is so right. I'm never going back to living a lie. I'm a girl, we're girls and that's just the way it is, Karen. Fuck school, fuck what other people think and fuck you Karen"! I turned and saw her with a sad expression on her face. I melted. "I mean I want to fuck you Karen. I mean I want to make love to you in the most special way. I realize that I wasn't jealous of you tonight. I was jealous of Shane holding and kissing you. I love you Karen"! She smiled and jumped into my arms kissing me all over my freshly madeup face. "Oh, Jessica, I love you too. I adore being a girl. I can't thank you enough. You're so right. Fuck everthing!", she said grabbing my hard cock and directing me to the bed. She lay in the middle and spread her legs. With a seductive wink I mounted her. "Yes, fuck everything and now please fuck me"!

I'm A Gold Digger! (Or.. You're So Vain!)

2011-10-18T13:44:00.005-04:00

Let me explain. I've been avoiding this blog for sometime because of "writer's block." I write everyday (and I mean everyday) for my profession. Reviews, recipes, criticisms, what have you. I never have a problem with that and for the most part it pretty much always pays the bills. I've pretty much gone as far as I can relating my own life and that of those who are near and dear to me. When I decided to do some fictional pieces, mostly to keep myself amused, I was treading on new ground. I wanted only to present fiction that I think is well written and arousing to myself but also to those select few who would appreciate it. I know that some writers of TG fiction crave feedback and I'm no different. Some quit after not receiving any and that is why most of your favorite stories die on the vine. My problem is keeping up the quality and moving things to it's conclusion. I alike it to digging for gold. First you have an idea and then you begin to flesh it out. Suddenly you strike a huge vain of gold and you're overjoyed. It's so simple. As quick as you dig it all out the vain gets thinner. Now what? Read it over and rewrite...and suddenly...another huge vain. Well, at this point my vain is quite slim at the moment but that doesn't mean I'm dropping my shovel. I probably will continue with "New Girlfriends" at least one or two more parts. I'm also still contemplating going in to depth about my friends. Stephanie would obviously be next. Th only thing that keeps me from it is that she is very closed about her earlier years growing up. Danny is off limits. He's just to precious to me. Some things you just don't kiss and tell about. As you can probably tell I'm getting my itch back and am feverishly looking for that new big vain of gold. Kisses, Rita!

I Will Be Back Soon!

2011-07-16T00:37:00.002-04:00

I'm just want to be back so much.

3000!

2011-07-09T23:22:00.002-04:00

What more can I say!!!!

I Hope You had A Hot 4th!

2011-07-04T21:10:00.002-04:00

It's that time of year again when I'm just working my ass off. I just got back from Austin and taking some time to revamp my August schedule. Oh, crap....Paris again...what a dump!.Just kidding, I'm actually going to Nashville..which is just a fantastic food town. In the mean time even though I have not written alot this year I want you to bear with me. I spend so much time on the road that i'm thinking of story ideas all the time. I promise to keep you updated with things going on at home but in reality...ahh..life just goes on...more of the same. I need to finish off the "New Girlfriends" thingy and move on to someting else.
Kisses, Rita

Wher The Heck Have I Been?

2011-06-21T14:53:00.000-04:00

Another Test!

2011-05-20T23:47:00.000-04:00

Well, if I continue it will not be with pictures. As long as you don't mind I would like to.....kisses...Rita

Just Not Working!

2011-05-14T00:17:00.000-04:00

I'll keep trying...I promise!...Kisses

WTF!!!!

2011-05-14T00:14:00.000-04:00

It seems now I can post a picture! So let me try with a multiple!

Something Strange Going On!

2011-05-14T00:10:00.000-04:00

For some strange reason I can't spell check nor add photos to my writings. Maybe it was something I did but I don't think so.Has anyone else had this problem lately? I my not be able to continue here. Please help me.
Maybe for the last time....Rita

A Belated Happy Mother's Day!

2011-05-10T18:32:00.000-04:00

I'm just a bit late so I hope you all enjoyed a pleasent Mother's Day. I spent the weekend with my Mom, sister and my neice and nephew! It was very nice to have the family back together again. Today I had my annual breast exam in NYC. My ritual is to then go to Macy's and pick out some new bras and then get a manicure and pedicure. The weather was beautiful in the city today. I haven't forgotten about continuing my story. I'm just running ideas through my head at the moment so please be patient with me! It shouldn't be much longer.......kisses.....Rita!

We Interput This Story....

2011-05-06T23:35:00.000-04:00

I was watching the Yankees' victory over the Rangers tonight when I received a phone call. It was from Stephanie. She told me that Monica is going to have a baby. To say I was happy would be an understatement. My God, a baby for my mentor! I guess my first reaction was a bit of jealously but WTF I'm going to be an Aunt again!!
I know I owe you an update with my "story".....coming soon...next week I hope!
Kisses, Rita!

Have A Happy Easter!

2011-04-24T01:12:00.000-04:00

I just back home from Atlanta. That city has proven to be my favorite shopping haven! That's another story. I just want to wish you all a very happy Easter Sunday. And as it's still Passover, I wish you a happy, well Passover..all the best anyway...Kisses....Rita!

On The Road Again!

2011-04-15T23:53:00.000-04:00

Just to let you know I received an unexpected commission in Atlanta. I'll be gone for a week but I certainly want to continue this bit of fluf! I kinda like writing fiction but, rest assured, I'm going to tell Stephanie's story soon. (This is a tough one!)
Kisses...Rita

This Is Another Test!

2011-04-11T23:01:00.000-04:00

I'm giving this one more shot then I'm going to finish this bottle of wine, get laid and go to sleep!
Ahem....I think I'm getting the hang of this!
Kisses..yet again...you know who!

This Is A Test!

2011-04-11T22:52:00.000-04:00

I'm having trouble posting pictures so bare with me on this! I knew you would!

Ahh....just was able to upload only one! Gotta figure this out! Any suggestions!
Kisses...Rita

The New Girlfriends: Part Three - Hot Fun In The Summertime!

2011-04-08T11:59:00.001-04:00

While cleaning up after a rather good breakfast I noted my mother's appointment calander on a small desk near our breakfast nook. "Pool cleaning - 11AM - Shane" "Oh, shit!", I yelled. Karen immediately came over to see what the matter was. I just pointed to the note with my long red nail. I looked at Karen and then down at myself. two sixteen year old boys in short satin robes, protruding breasts and painted nails. We discussed our options. We could change back completely (bummer!) or hide out in the house. The only problem with that was that Shane knew I'd be here to pay him! It was decided that Karen would lay low while I (sob!) removed my breasts and nails. I was okay with my boobs but the nails took so much work. Karen came up with the idea of hiding them under a pair of work gloves which I could use to do a little gardening work while he was here. No one would be the wiser! Brilliant! I gave my new girlfriend a long toungey kiss and set off to get ready. As I was using the adhesive solvent to remove my breasts I noticed that one of Karen's was in danger of coming undone so when I was sadly flat chested again I did some quick maintenance work. "How long will he take to clean the pool"? "About an hour or so. Don't worry doll face. We'll be in our bikinis before you know it!", I said, cheerfully. "What am I gonna do while you're gone, Jess?", she pouted. Gee, I don't know. I guess you can watch cartoons...or..". I went over to a stack of drawers as Karen followed me. I opened one of them and showed her the contents. Swimsuits...of all kinds! "Choose your weapons!", I gleefully said. "And while you're at it, pick one for me. I'd also suggest you practice for with your heels and makeup if you want. "Sounds like a plan!", she said giving me a hug. I felt my cock stir in my panties. "Opps, please not now!", I thought. Plenty of time for that later! I left my little doll face to her own devises as I quickly scurried to the garden shed and found the gloves I needed. "No big deal", I thought, "a minor setback. He'll be in and out in no time. I went to my room and slipped on a pair of shorts and a T-shirt sadly noticing my flat chest. After slipping on a pair of sneakers to hide my bright red little tottsies I went down to the kitchen to wait. When I heard his car drive up I donned the gloves and grabbed the little red wagon I used to do the weeding and went out to greet him. I suddenly realized that mybe my shorts were a little too short and my T-shirt didn't cover my belly button. "Oh well, nothing I could do about it now!" I said to myself.

I knew a bit about Shane. I'd seen him dozens of times before. He had accompanied one of my Mom's "special" clients once for a fitting. Since that client was either a drag performer or a crossdresser I figured he might be gay or something. He was in his early twenties I suppose and had those Southern California surfer looks. Sun bleached blond hair that he usually kept in a pontail and a tight, but not overly muscular, build. He was pleasant enough and very personable. My Mom liked him from the get go and hired him to do odd jobs for us including cleaning our pool. As I was doing some very unplanned weeding I heard him greet me. "Hi, Joey! Keeping busy I see". "Yeah, I figured I'd get it out of the way so I could spend the day just swimming and soaking up some sun". I had my back to him bending over to pull a stray dandilion. I looked over my shoulder and noticed his eyes were locked onto the round globes of my ass. I got another tingle. He started in working and making small talk all the time, asking about my summer, my Mom, etc. All the while I got the strangest feeling he was watching me closely. After about 15 minutes he asked me if he could have a bottle of water. "Sure, not a problem, be right back". As I walked towards the house I could still feel his eyes burning into my back. I noticed a figure behind the sheer curtains on the back patio doors. It had to be Karen. She stood aside as I came into the house. "Is he almost done?", she whispered. I momentarily forgot about Shane when I looked at her in a skimpy lime green bikini. "Oh, honey, you look good enough to eat!", I gushed. "Thank's!", she said shyly. I could tell she was working on her makeup skills. "Not bad, but needs a little work. Especially the eyes.", I thought. "He should be done in about half an hour but something weird is going on!", I said as I bent into the fridge to get a cold bottle of water for him. I heard a gasp behind me and turned to see Karen with her hand covering her lipsticked lips. "Jessica, oh my God!", she whispered pointing to my shorts. I looked down and to my utter dismay saw about half an inch of red lacy from the bottom of my panties. It never occured to me to take them off figuring my shorts would hide them. "Oh, shit! No wonder he was looking at me like that! What am I going to do?", I pleaded. Karen started to giggle and then to laugh a little too loud. "Well, you can take them off but he can't unsee what he already saw! You said he was gay, so why not just go with it. He is kinda cute!", she said, batting her long lashes. "Easy for you too say! You're all safe and cozy in here with your bikini and tits and I'm out there making small talk with these damn sweaty gloves on!, I retorted. "Sorry. Just do the best you can not to bend over too much. Maybe he didn't notice.", she said giving me a quick peck on the lips. "I'll try.", I replied, heading back outside. He was busy at work when he heard me coming. He turned to look at me as I handed him the water. I noticed a quzical look on his face as I handed it to him. When he grabbed the bottle out of my hand he also managed to pull of my glove. I gasped as I saw the water bottle and glove in his hand. I quickly tried to hide my gleaming red nails behind my back. Taking a long sip he looked at me. "Nice shade of red. They match your panties!", he smiled. I was so busted!! "Playing a little dress up while Mommie's away"? I stared at the ground feeling the blood rush to my face. I felt his hand on my shoulder. "It's okay Joey. I'm not judging you. It's just a surprise, that's all. You have nothing to be embarrased about. I'm no stranger to this kind of thing.", he softly said. I looked up into his smiling sympathetic face. He reached down and took the other glove off my hand. My red nails shown in the bright sunlight. "Very good job! Did you do them yourself ?", he gently said. I nodded. "Come, let's sit and talk a bit". We sat at the patio in the shade. "Who is here with you, hon"? I looked up yet again shocked. "Ummm...n..no.."! He put a finger to my lips and swiped them. Holding the finger in front of my eyes I saw traces of Karen's lipstick from when she pecked me on the lips. "Unless I'm mistaken this is a shade called "Love That Pink" and it looks like it came from a kiss and not an application. You certainly weren't wearing it when I first came by". I didn't know what to say. I didn't want to get Karen involved. "Look, Joey, I said I'm not judging you. I won't tell anyone. In fact I can probably help you"! For the next ten minutes he opened up about himself. He was an up and coming drag performer on the Vegas strip. Still not a headliner but was paying his dues and perfecting his look. I stared silently in disbelief. "You need proof? Wait right here"! With that he got up and went to his car. I turned to see Karen peeking through the curtains. When he returned he was holdin a folder. He pulled ot a picture and showed it to me. The picture was of a very pretty, but obviously a drag artist. I stared in awe. "Now do you belive me?", he said. "Yes, you look very good!", I said beginnig to relax a bit. "And I bet you do too. Now who gave you the kiss. You don't have to tell me if you really don't want but I'm just curious, that's all. "Umm...", I said turning to look towrds the back door, "my friend...ummm...Karen. "Karen? Can I meet her"? Umm...I'll see". I got up and walked to the kitchen. Karen was sitting on a stool looking into a compact mirror. "So vain", I thought. "What's happening out there!", she asked. "He wants to meet you". "What! What did you say? I can't go out there like this"! I pulled her up into my arms. "It's okay...he..he's ..one of us!", I told her kissing her on the fore head. "Come on, it's going to be alright. Karen slowly followed behind me as we made our way back to the patio. Shane was smiling. Well, hello Karen, you look very pretty in that bikini", He said holding out a hand. Karen reached over a dainily shook his hand. We all sat and spent the next hour or so going over our weekend so far. We didn't mention the sex but Shane was not stupid. The kiss on the lips that Katen had given me was all the proof he needed that we weren't just getting dressed and made up. Oh well!
He had other appoinments that day so he had to leave but not before making us promise to dress for him later in the evening to see how we looked. He had a way about him and we were put at ease and promised him we would do our best. After he left I breathed a huge sigh of relief! I grabbed Karen by the hand and practically dragged her back to my Mom's studio. "What's the hurry, Jess"? "I want my tits back and I want to get into a bikini"! I spent the next half hour fussing with my hair and reattaching my tits. When I was done I felt so much more at peace. All the time Karen and I talked about what just happened. "He is kinda cute!", she said dreamily. I had to admit he was. As I was putting on my lipstick I noticed that Karen was sporting quite a boner while she gazed off. We swam for awhile playing touchy-feely, giggling like 4 year old girls. It was very nice but I knew in the back of my mind what we both were thinking. Hunky, but also very pretty, Shane and just what the hell we were going to wear for him later that evening.
More to come....kisses....Rita!

The New Girlfriends: Part 2 - Jessica And Raven

2011-04-05T08:47:00.011-04:00

It felt as if I were in a dream. A soothing sensation lapping at my lower body as if I were sitting in a warm lagoon. I could hear the distant sound of birds as I languished in pleasure. I opened my eyes and realized I was lying on my back. The first thing I saw were my breasts slowly rising and falling with my steady breathing. Putting my hands on them I noticed my long shiny red nails gleaming in the early morning light. I was becoming fully aware of my surroundings. My mother's room. My mother's bed. And Karen. My new girlfriend was very enthusiastically bobbing up and down on my morning erection. It felt wonderful and I didn't want to disturb her since she looked like she was having lots of fun so I just lay back and enjoyed her warm mouth and tongue licking and sucking on my cock and let my mind drift back over the past twenty-four hours. Joey and his best friend Kevin having a cool refreshing swim and then going to grab something to drink. The detour into my mother's design studio and then all that followed which led to being in this delightful situation. My mother's bedroom.....we really shouldn't be in here and certainly not doing this, but.... My mother and Karen's older sister were currently in New York attending fashion week. They would be gone until early next Monday. It was now early on Saturday morning so I had plenty of time to set things right. My mother...Raven...

Raven was smart, talented and gorgeous. She never let her stunning looks and body go to her head as she progressed from the chorus to being a headliner. Most Vegas showgirls were like comets, burning very brightly but for only a short period of time. But Raven had a good head on her shoulders and channeled her talents into design which was her real ambition. She didn't get involved with men although she certainly could have had her share. But somewhere along the way she had me. I was the product of a short but very passionate relationship with an English Nobleman. He was married with a family back in England but was very loving with my mother. They still retain a friendship and he always provides for us although at this point we don't need it. Raven does very well these days on her own, thank you very much. Along with her personal assistant, Sharon (Karen's sister) they slowly established a thriving design business that initially started out with showgirl outfits but quickly and successfully branched out into more traditional dresses and gowns. Working from our comfortable, if not rather opulent, home they built a small but growing empire. I remember that a day wouldn't pass that clients and models weren't coming or going. This was my environment growing up. My mother doted on me knowing I would most likely be her one and only child. She was always honest and open with me about my father. She was very mature for her young years and I learned from her. As previously stated I would often keep her company while she worked, often late into the night meeting a deadline. She would smile at me with a twinkle in her eyes as I played with the various discarded swaths of silk, lace and organza as I sat at her feet. Soft feminine materials were such a joy to me. In my playing fantasies I would pretend to be one of her pretty models as I wrapped the silky materials around me and parade up and down. It made her smile and I adored to make her smile. That smile lit up rooms! On some occasions she would get business from Drag reviews that were becoming very popular at the time. It wasn't strange to see young pretty boys standing for a fitting in skin tight gowns. It all seemed so natural to me. If I had a question about it I was told the simple truth that some boys liked dressing as girls either for profit or it just made them feel good about themselves. I began wondering what wearing some of these clothes might feel like. It wasn't long before I found out!

It was just another night after dinner that my mother asked for my help in the studio. I often swept the floor or brought her things she needed and I loved being in there anyway so I was eager to help in any way I could. I must have been 10 or 11 at the time. When she switched on the lights I saw a child's pageant gown on one of her dress dummies. It was a bright fuchsia satin and organza confection that took my breath away. "Now, Joey, what I need for you to do is to help me with the hem of this gown. To do that I need you to wear it for a bit. I'll understand if you don't want to", she said. I got this tingly feeling in the pit of my stomach and all the air seemed to be sucked out of the room. I was trembling with the thought of slipping into that gown. "Are you okay, honey?", she asked. In all honesty I don't remember answering her I just sort of nodded. She smiled (that smile) and asked me to strip down. She told me that the girl who would be competing in the gown had a somewhat smaller waistline than I as she rummaged through some racks and drawers. I heard her as if from a distance never taking my eyes from that stunning fuchsia delight! I became aware of my senses again as I felt her wrap something soft and lacy around my torso. I was shivering with sensation. "Are you chilly, honey? Well we'll soon take care of that as she hooked me into....well I didn't know exactly what it was. As she hooked and laced the pretty white lacy garment around me I noticed that it was pulling my waist in giving me a more waspish waist line. I noticed four dangling garters. I knew what they were for having seen them countless times on her models, both male and female, but never in my wildest imaginations did I think that she would put stockings on me. I silently prayed that she would. My prayers were answer as he took my hand and sat me at the padded vanity stool. She picked up one of my feet in her perfectly manicured hand and ran a finger over my toenails. "Hmmmmm...maybe later", she whispered. She beamed at my inquiring expression. "Just making sure your little toe nails don't snag your stockings, baby". My stockings? I sat in a daze as she rolled a gleaming white stocking up my right leg and attached it to the beribboned garter. "Want to do the other leg, sweetheart?", she cooed in my ear. With out really thinking about it I did just that. I'd seen it done so many times. I must have done a good job because she gleefully clapped her hands and giggled. Her enthusiasm was infectious because I got a case of the giggles too. "Hold out you arms, honey"! When I did she slipped a small white lacy bra up and hooked it in the back. "You're such a darling for helping me like this, honey!", she gushed. She then slipped a little padding in each cup giving me the impression of small pubescent breasts. Leading me gingerly to a raised platform I was given a full length white petticoat slip. With her help I soon was encased in long flowing satin. My senses were all alive as I felt a very nice stirring in my boy parts. "Ready for your gown, baby"? I was lost in a sea of sensations running my hands up and down my petticoats. "Huh?", I whispered. "Your gown, honey, your gown"! My gown? My gown? I nodded still not really believing that all this was happening. It took about fifteen minutes to get it on over the volume of petticoats and get it to hang to my mother's satisfaction. I stood in silence feeling every wonderful stitch of feminine clothing on my body. I felt truly alive, almost reborn. While she worked my mother asked how I was doing. "Okay". "Dose your gown feel nice"? My gown? "Um, yeah, it's okay", I replied trying to keep my true emotions in check. "Well, I think you look so adorable in it. You're one of the best models I've ever worked with. I think I should hire you full time!", she giggled. "Sure!", I giggled in return. After about half an hour she had me sit at the vanity to take a break. As I sat sipping some water she again rummaged and came back to me. "Think you can handle these for a bit, honey"? She held out a pair of matching fuchsia pumps with a three inch heel. I didn't say a word as they were slipped on my stocking clad feet. I was encouraged to try and take a few steps. I wobbled a bit but was soon walking comfortably if not gracefully in my high heels. "One foot in front of the other and sway your hips a bit, honey"! We were having so much fun as I began to get into the hang of it. "Oh, baby, you're a natural. You were born to wear high heels. Come, sit back down and lets have a bit of fun before I finish off your gown"! My gown? "We've come this far so let's just finish off!", she said playing with my hair. It was almost shoulder length at the time. "Mmm!", she grunted. "What?", I asked "Nothing..just not enough time to do anything suitable.", she said. She took a brush and gather my hair at the crown and then pinned a stretchy thing on my head. She faced me away from the mirror and went to town on my face using her vast skills with makeup. I sat in a daze as she explained what she was doing with each cosmetic. Pads and brushes were stroked all over my face as well as my eyes. I was admonished to sit perfectly ladylike as she stroked on mascara. I could feel the new weight on my lashes. "Now don't you peek, little girl, I just have to get a few more things"! It took a couple of seconds before it sank in. Little girl! She returned with something behind her back. I then felt something being placed on my head and pulled into place. I could feel long silky hair spill over my shoulders. I looked down to see long wispy curls covering my small breasts. She worked with a comb and brush for a few minutes until she was satisfied with the results. She held my chin in her hand turning my head left and right. Her smile lit up my face and soon I was beaming as well. She squeezed my hand and gently kissed me on the forehead. She clipped some dangly earrings to my lobes and hung a strand of short pearls around my slender neck. Her movements became more animated as she took a perfume vile and deftly applied the flowery fragrance to my neck and just behind my earrings. I was still facing away from the mirror as he reached behind me and picked up a lipstick. "Remember, baby, a girl always puts on her lipstick last. It is the final feminine touch. As she slowly opened the tube I watched, as if hypnotized, the shiny red lipstick come into full view. My mind kept screaming out "I love this!, I love this!" as she slowly filled in my lips. When she finished and sat looking at me I felt a calm come over me like never before. We didn't need words. Her smile said it all. She was happy. Holding out both hands she bade me to stand and walk to the full length mirror. As we made our way she apologized for not having done anything with my nails. "Next time, baby girl!", she whispered. Next time? When I first saw myself my brain had trouble connecting the dots. I was breathless as I raised my hands to my face. My nails? Oh, please let there be a next time!! I spent a long time staring at the pretty girl in the mirror. Mother leaned down and whispered in my ear. "You look like a princess. A very pretty princess. How do you feel, baby girl"? It took a while to get the words out. "I...I...fe..feel...so p..p..pretty! I look like a girl"! "Do you like the way you look, princess"? "I...I...d..do..ve..very mu..much, mom....Mommy"! She let out a squeal of delight! "You haven't called me Mommy for a very long time, princess, yes you're Mommy's little girl, aren't you"? Something snapped inside my brain. "Yes, can I be, can I be your little girl...um...sometimes"? "Of course you can sweetheart, any time you like. I'll teach you everything you need to be Mommy's special little princess. Now let's finish hemming your gown"! My gown? As we continued with the work (Oh! such work!) I could feel every sitch of clothes, every strand of hair and every bit of makeup on my face. Every now and then Mommy would beam up at me. "Almost finished with your gown, princess". "I wish it really was my gown, Mommy.", I sadly noted. "Well, honey, I have a confession to make. I made this gown for you! Do you mind"? Suddenly I felt so happy! "Oh, Mommy, yes, I love it, I love it. I want to wear it every day!", I gushed. "Oh, I'll have plenty of pretty clothes for my new daughter. Party dresses, play clothes and of course you will have to model for all the other pretty gowns I'll make for you. You know if you were born as a real girl I was going to name you Jessica. Do you like that name, honey"? I thought for a second before answering. "I love it! Jessica! Yes, I want to be Jessica. With that she went to a drawer in the vanity and handed me a velvet box. When I opened it I saw it contained an ankle bracelet with the name "Jessica" in a feminine script. I let out a girly squeal of delight. I asked to wear it right away. Mommy rarely denies her daughter. Jessica, I'm Jessica!

Later that night saw Mommy and I in the living room both in our babydoll nighties. She kept true to her promise and soon my finger and toe nails were a bright red! She told me what she had planned. She was giving Jessica her own room in our loft that she could use as a feminine haven whenever she wanted! I was over the moon with excitement!

As I shook myself from my memories I realized that Karen was still busy at work on my cock. I reached down and ran my long red nails through her hair. She looked up and smiled. She looked like hell and I realized that I probably did too! We hadn't taken our makeup off from the night before. I had us get in a comfortable 69 and we both brought each other off. After a shower we slipped into our satin robes and had breakfast. "What would you like to do today, dollface?", I asked. "Well, you mentioned something about bikinis'?", she replied.

More to come...kisses....Rita

That's It! I'm ending this blog!!!!!

2011-04-01T22:39:00.003-04:00

I've had enough of all the total indifference to what I do here. I pour my heart out and it seems I get not respect for what I do. This is the END!!!!

April Fools!!!!!

Kisses......Rita

Expect a continuation of "The New Girlfriends" early next week!

Just messin' wid you head!

Another Legend Lost!

2011-03-23T12:39:00.001-04:00

I knew she was ill but I will still miss her!

New Girlfriends-Part 2?

2011-03-18T22:55:00.003-04:00

Should I continue? I'd really like to flesh it out a bit and give a little background about Joey (Jessica). Or, should I give you the real deal on my real girlfriend,Stephanie, next. Just putting it out there for your opinion. It's up to you for at least til the end of the month. No pressure, my honeys........kisses.....Rita

Irish Girls Are Pretty!

2011-03-17T23:14:00.003-04:00

I hope you all had a safe and happy St. Patrick's Day! Danny and I had a ball seeing our favorite Irish band in Boston today. Black 47! You should check them out!

Kisses,

Rita

One Of The Most Wonderful Places In The World!

2011-03-15T18:06:00.002-04:00

I have been there countless times and learned so much about what I do for a living. I cook. The people are always kind and giving. It's time to give back if we can. The images are just too horrible. At this point it's just getting so much worse. My heart bleeds for them. Please find it in your hearts...........Rita

The New Girlfriends! - A Short Story

2011-03-02T09:50:00.009-05:00

Hi, girls! Here's someting a little bit different. I hope you enjoy it! Kisses, Rita

"What's in this room, Joey?" My best friend Kenny and I had just come in the house after taking a swim in my pool. "Oh, that's my mom's studio where she does most of her designs and stuff", I replied. "Cool, let's check it out", he said as he pushed open the door. I knew this room very well and loved spending time in it. My mother made a very handsome living making dresses and stage apparel for Vegas showgirls, models and any woman interested in her much sought after designs. There were racks of the most feminine clothing imaginable. Drawers full of the most delicious lingerie and a shelf holding a long line of beautiful wigs. One corner of the room was set aside to photograph the models as the designs took shape. There was also a lighted vanity where they could apply or adjust their makeup. Yes, I knew this room very well. I sometimes modeled some of these clothes to help my mom out. But Kenny didn't know that. No one did but my mom and me.

At an early age I became enamored with the soft silky materials my mom used for her designs. I would play at her feet while she worked. The feel of taffeta, satin, silk and lace delighted me to no end. My mother and I would giggle as I rolled around in the beautiful fabrics. I didn't take long to actually start trying on some of those silky treasures. It was all just harmless fun. She even made panties for me in my size. By the time I turned fourteen I was dressing completely as a girl when the mood struck me and with my mother's blessing to boot. She loved having her daughter, Jessica, around on occasion.

Yes, this room was full of feminine memories! "Wow, look at all this stuff!", Kenny exclaimed as he walked around the room fingering the gorgeous outfits. I was startled out of my daydreams when he took down one of the wig blocks and examined the long brunette hair that was pinned to it. A devilish idea struck me. I went over to him and took it from his hands. Removing the wig I slipped it onto his head before he knew what was going on. I giggled as he stood staring at me with a shocked expression on his face. "Hey, Ken, you look like a rock star!", I said as I pointed at him. "Let me see", he replied as he walked over to a full length mirror. While he was staring at his reflection I took the opportunity to take down another wig. This one was ash blond and very feminine with masses of curls. One of my favorites. I slipped it on and went to stand next to him by the mirror. He laughed when he saw me. "You look like a girl"! "So do you", I replied. "You said I looked like a rock star", he pouted. "I lied". He continued staring at himself. "I guess I kinda do, but not as much as you do"! I started to tease him even more. "Oh, no I think you look very pretty, Karen. I'm jealous. All the boys will be looking at you and not me", I said as I slipped into my girl persona using my hands in a feminine manner and speaking in my well practiced breathy girl voice. "Karen? Are you nuts?", he said reaching up to remove the wig. "I'm just busting your chops....sweety pie!", I chirped. "But seriously with a little makeup I think you'd be quite convincing as a girl. He looked at me like I was crazy as he stood there with the wig in his hand. "No way!", he said. "Yes, way!", I replied. I had made no move to remove my long tresses. My eyes drifted over to the vanity with its full array of makeup and I felt my cock begin to harden. What was I thinking? Suddenly the urge to dress up was overwhelming but I tried to keep my cool. "Look, we have the whole house to ourselves for the weekend. Who's gonna know? It might be fun and it's better than playing the same old boring video games." "I don't know....", he mumbled. "Look, I'll do it too", I said trying to sound convincing. "I did it once before for a Halloween party and it felt kinda neat"!, I added. "You did? I don't remember that.", he said still not sounding convinced. Suddenly he looked at me and asked what we had to do. I knew I had him right where I wanted him. "Well", I wistfully replied, "if we do this then we have to do it right." Although my body was totally hair free below the eyebrows I detected some fuzz on his legs. "Bubble bath. It will help set the mood. "Mood? What mood?", he asked. I just smiled and led him by the hand out of the room.

We went up to the master bathroom where my mom's huge sunken tub was. I ran the water adding in a large dose of sweet smelling jasmine bath beads. I stripped off my swim trunks and hiding my half erection slipped into the water. I motioned for him to join me. He modestly turned around, slipped off his trunks and rushed into the tub. "Feels nice, doesn't it and it just smells so divine. "Divine?", he asked. "Oh, Kenny, loosen up and have some fun, will you?" "Joey, I...." Don't call me Joey, call me Jessica, okay Karen"? "Jessica? Okay, okay," He giggled. I smiled to myself as I realized he was getting into it. I handed him a pink razor. "Karen, honey, I think you'll feel alot better if you take the fuzz of your bod", I said in my most feminine voice, batting my eyelashes at him. He took the razor from my hand, lifted his leg up and began to glide the razor up and down. "You have such pretty legs, hon, I don't know why you let yourself go like that". He giggled all the time he was shaving. I picked up another razor and secretly shaved my pubes under the water in a more feminine shape. It wasn't easy with a raging hardon. As I watched him perform this simple girlish task my hand could not help but stroke myself. Carefully controlling my breathing I brought myself off to a delicious cum. His full attention was on his right leg as I scooped up some of my cum and tasted it for the first time. I'd never done that before and it felt like such a naughty thing to do. It tasted....interesting. After we were finished bathing I handed him a towel for modesty. I, on the other hand, boldly stepped completely nude out of the tub, dried off and slipped on a long white satin dressing gown that was hanging by the door. Quickly tying it up in a big bow at the side I scurried from the room. I returned with a similar gown in a fetching scarlet and motioned for him to slip it on. He hesitated for a second but when he put it on I detected a knowing smile playing on his lips. I pictured those lips in a color similar to his gown and felt those familiar stirrings again. Luckily he broke the spell when he asked what comes next. "Nails, Karen darling, nails. We'll go down to the studio. Everything we need is down there. I found matching bedroom pumps to match our gowns. They only had a slight heel that I knew I wouldn't have a problem with but I was pleasantly surprised to see he didn't have much difficulty with either. Putting a little extra sway to my hips I led the way down to the studio. I could feel his eyes on me as we went. "You walk like a girl!", he said with surprise in his voice. I just smiled and kept right on walking. "Soon you will be too!", I thought to myself.

When we arrived I sat him at a small table and went to one of the many drawers in the room. Finding what I was looking for I walked back to him and handed him his very first pair of panties. They were bright red matching his gown. "Here, slip into these, hon", I said as I quickly drew mine up my smooth legs and adjusted them around my hips. "Wow, Joey, these are..." "Jessica...not Joey!, I admonished him. "Oh, yeah, right...Jessica...uh...these are.." "Pretty, Karen..you think your panties are pretty"? He didn't reply as he gingerly slid them up his now very smooth legs. I heard a very audible intake of air from him and saw his face get flushed. "You haven't felt anything yet, honey!", I wickedly thought. Going to the vanity I quickly found what I was looking for. Base coat, color, top coat and extensions along with the tools needed for lovely nails. He was in a daze as I began working on his toes. When both our feet were just perfect feminine perfection with our shiny red tootsies. I sat across from him applying the one inch extensions. "How come you're so good at this. How did you learn how to do nails like this?", he asked in barely a whisper never taking his eyes off my handy (!) work. I mumbled something about watching my mom do hers. No, Joe....ah Jessica, it's more than that. I looked at him and sighed. Over the next hour or so as I finished up our manicures I told him about my other life as Jessica. He never said a word. When our nails were dry I smiled at him. Holding out my newly polished talons I asked him what he thought. Looking at his own he smiled and told me that they looked very pretty. "Ready for the next step, honey?", I asked. "And that would be...?", he said still beaming at his new shiny red nails. "Undies, doll face", I cooed. He giggled at that. "I like that", he shyly said. "What?" "Being called doll face.", he whispered. I smiled at him as I slipped off my dressing gown. Standing there in just my white lacy panties I watched as he slid his off. He was excited. Very excited. His cock was poking through his panties. Mine was just as hard. Time stood still as we gazed at each others cocks. Finally I held out my long nailed hand and said, "Come with me". I led him over to a raised platform and had him stand on it. I found a matching lacy garter belt and he gasped as I hooked it on to his thin body. I explained that the garter straps go inside the panties in case he needed to pee. "Or get fucked!", I whispered in his ear. He let out a low moan as I ran a long nail up the side of his swollen prick. Sheer stockings soon followed and I could tell his brain was in overload. There was pre cum oozing out of the head of his cock like a running faucet. He just had to have some relief before we continued. I gently stoked it through his silk panties gently encouraging him to cum for me. "Cum for me, baby, cum for Jessica.....that's a good girl...Jessica is going to make you so pretty....your going to adore being a girl, honey...sweet Karen...pretty dresses....beautiful makeup....high, high heels.....that's it doll face, give Jess all your sweet juices". He was mewing like a kitten and then his face scrunched up as he shot rope after rope of cum across the room. I had to hold him up and some of his cream landed on my arm. I scooped it on to my finger and looking into his eyes as I slowly brought it to my mouth. "Your cum is yummy, doll face, here, taste...." I fed it to him. He was hesitant at first but quickly ate it up. He leaned over and softly kissed me on the lips. "Thank you, Jessica". "Your very welcome, Karen." We were silent for a minute. Both of us absorbing how our friendship had changed since this morning. He sat while I slipped a pair of four inch heels on his feet. While he practiced walking around and getting used to the new height I dressed in my garter belt and stockings. Slipping on an even higher pair of heels I went to get the next items we would need. He was adapting quickly to walking in stilettos and I praised him. "You're a natural, Karen, honey"! He giggled as he strutted back and forth adding more and more wiggle and sway to his hips. He was really getting into it now. All previous inhibitions just seemed to fly out the window. What's next, Jessica!" "Tits, honey, all girls need them and so do we. He continued to practice his walking skills as I affixed my breast forms to my smooth chest. After the allotted time I stood up and admired my pretty titties in the mirror. "Wow.......holy....wow", was all he said. "Your turn, doll face!" He couldn't lay on the table quick enough. Fifteen minutes later we were both admiring our new tits in the mirror. We were also both rock hard again. Slipping back on our dressing gowns we sat side by side at the vanity. "We're going to go for a very glamorous look", I told him. I went in stages. First doing my foundation and then his explaining every step of the way. I penciled in his brows giving them a gentle arch. I tweezed where necessary. He watched in awe as I transformed his eyes using alluring shades of eyeshadow, liner, mascara and false eyelashes. When I was done with both of us we looked like showgirls. I finished with blusher to define our cheek bones. Karen looked gorgeous, just as I suspected she would when we first started. "The rest can wait until we get dressed", I told her. I could no longer think of her as a him. He was gone, for the time being anyway. We each donned a shimmery satin full length slip. Hers in red and mine in white. We spent the better part of an hour deciding on which gowns to wear. She settled on a stunning red gown in soft organza while I selected a body hugging white beaded gown. We still looked rather silly wearing such exquisite dresses with short boy hair. Our makeup done up like showgirls. Returning to the wigs that had started this whole day off we helped each other with our tresses. Karen just couldn't take her eyes off her stunning appearance. I guided her back to the vanity showing her how to sweep her skirt under her to sit. I extracted a red lipstick from the table and slowly applied the color to my lips. "Karen, darling, a woman holds off putting on her lipstick until last. It is the finishing touch. Handing her the lipstick I watched with pride as my new girlfriend applied her own lipstick for the very first time. Next we adorned ourselves with jewelry. Long pendant earrings, faux diamond necklaces, rings and a few bracelets. We sat awhile admiring our transformations. I spritzed us both with Chanel #5 and finding matching clutch purses we left the studio.

The sun was setting as we made our way into the living room. "Now what do we do?", Karen asked me. "Enjoy each other's company, doll face. Are you hungry"? "A little. Do we have to eat? I don't want to ruin my lipstick!", she whined. "You are such a girly-girl, you know that, honey"? "Thanks to you I am!", she giggled and batted her long lashes at me. I made us up a tray of finger foods and found a bottle of good white wine. We sat in the waning light of day on the patio and talked for hours. "It would be nice to go for a swim but I don't want to ever get changed.", she said. "Well, there are alot of cute bikinis in the house. Maybe tomorrow?", I said with a raised arched eyebrow. She thought that was a fantastic idea. When we weren't talking we were checking our makeup in our compacts that were in our clutch purses. We imagined we were waiting for our handsome men to pick us up and take us out for a night of dancing and romance. The talk soon turned to how we would repay our gentleman for treating us like ladies. "Hmmmm...I'd let him just bend me over and fuck me. After I sucked his cock of course!", she said dreamily. By now we were both very worked up. My poor cock was straining in my panties under the tight gown. We both looked at each other in silence for a minute. "You're beautiful", I said, "lets go slip into something more comfortable".

Twenty minutes later we were both in short revealing babydolls snuggled together in my mom's bed. We were so hard for each other we didn't hesitate on taking our first taste of each other's cocks. We sucked each other off over and over again only stopping to apply more lipstick. What a day it had been. Going from best friends to lesbian lovers in less than a day was mind blowing. Speaking of blowing my new girlfriend is getting hard again.

Goodbye To Jane!

2011-03-01T17:57:00.001-05:00

Wasn't she just stunning!?!

Well, That's A Relief!

2011-02-25T23:29:00.003-05:00

No problem with my snatch (how crude!). My doctor tells me I have an elevated cholesterol level! Well, duh! I eat and cook healthy but I have to try so many different types of food all the time. Occupational hazard I suppose. I've probably ingested more lipstick in my life than anything else! I do not eat anything called "fast food" and that certainly includes not only the obvious but places like Red Lobster or Outback. But I do not question my medical professionals. I wouldn't have the life, or body, I have now. I may be wrong but I'm willing to change.....(If only I'd get back to writing again.)

Thank you to the new people who have recently subscribed...I owe you...I will deliver.

Kisses,

Rita

OMG!! I'm Getting A Prostate Exam!

2011-02-20T00:56:00.002-05:00

I knew it was coming and let's face it after all the activity I've been through I think it's a good call. My only worry is that it a female doctor. Wonder what she's gonna think when she squeezes the "boys" and asked me to cough?!....I'll let you know!

It's Another Valentine's Day!

2011-02-13T00:38:00.003-05:00

I Just can't pass it up. Another VD Day with the faithful. Although I haven't given you enough to be faithful about recently. I'm sorry for that but I'm really trying to wrap my head about what I want to do next. I still have the real stuff to do but I really want to write some stories outside of all you've been reading so far. I wish I could just give you my recipes but those are copyrighted. I promise I will BE back....Kisses.....Rita!

Work, Work Work...Hello Girls, I've Missed You!

2011-01-16T00:06:00.003-05:00

Danny and I watched this movie tonight when the football games ended. It reminded me that I had better get posting again. We had lotsa' fun watching football together. (Particularly half-time!) Anyway, my self-indulgence out of the way, I'll be writing soon, maybe, soon! If you don't know the film...it's "Blazing Saddles"! I figured since my team lost last week I just needed to laugh.....Kisses, Rita

Happy New Year!

2010-12-31T21:00:00.004-05:00

I hope you all have a safe, healthy and a very happy new year! If you're staying in tonight with the one you love I hope you do what I do! Hopefully I will be able to contribute more in the up-coming year. I really feel the need for self expression more than anything. I'm still toying with a fiction series that I think about when my head hits the pillow at night. In the mean time I love you all......kisses......Rita!

A Very Merry Christmas To You All!

2010-12-24T22:46:00.001-05:00

OMG! Today Is The First Day Of Winter!

2010-12-21T18:36:00.002-05:00

I think it's going to be a bad one......hope I'm wrong!

Fashback: Realization!

2010-12-13T14:02:00.002-05:00

I had just turned fifteen. I remember it was a warm spring evening. Friday night. My mom had just left for work and Denise was away at school. At this time I was, of course, dressing as the girl I felt I was in front of my family with not a second thought but what they didn't know was what I got myself up to when I had the house to myself for the night. Dressing in my "age appropriate attire" was fine but I wanted much more. Like any other transvestite I also had my secret stash that I kept hidden. At this time I was just awaking to the fact that I was seriously smitten with my boyhood friend and neighbor Danny. My fantasies always involved him. I saw myself as a sensual beauty dressed in the sexiest of lingerie and my most alluring makeup hoping to attract his eye. Therefore, on this night, I began my preparations to turn myself into a sex goddess. I began with a nice warm bubble bath with scented jasmine crystals. I could feel the femininity soaking into my body with every passing second. Gliding a pink razor over my legs as I stared at my red polished little toenails. After rinsing off and patting myself dry I slipped into a long satin dressing gown that belonged to mom. I glided into my sisters room where I had lain out my makeup at her vanity. For the next hour I was in another world as I slowly transformed my slightly boyish face into a picture of sensual beauty. I practiced alot back in those days. After slipping on my long brunette wig and brushing it out I applied my stick-on nail extensions polished to match my toe nails. I opened the little trunk that held my secrets a strapped myself into a sexy lacy bustier, adorned my smooth legs in nylon stockings and slipped my little feet into my 5 inch spiked heels. My clitty was throbbing and oozing as I was thinking about my lover. I added earrings and picked up my lipstick. As I slowly made up my lips to a creamy red perfection I felt a tingling in my tummy. Without even touching "little Rita" she began to spurt out her cream. That was the first time that had ever happened. It was a true feminine orgasm. I just leaned back and let it flow over me. When I caught my breath I stared into the mirror twirling a lock of hair in my long nailed finger. It was at that moment that it really hit me. I was a young girl destined to grow into a woman. I felt like a woman. I was a woman and I needed a man. Danny was going to be that man and I would make damn sure of it. I felt so mature at that moment. I wasn't a fifteen year old boy that night. I was a mature, beautiful and sexually aroused woman. I put on a slinky black cocktail dress and went down and poured myself a glass of wine. I had just started sneaking my mom's cigarettes and taking them and the wine I left the safety of my house and steeped out into the night air. This was also a first. I sat at our patio table and crossed my legs at the knee feeling the cool breeze blow up my dress. I could see Danny's house next door. Suddenly the back porch light came on and he emerged from the house. I was frozen in place. He was just probably taking out the trash because as quick as he came out he went right back in. He never saw me although if he had just turned his head he was sure to see a young woman sitting outside across the fence. That young woman was me. The same woman that earlier that day walked home from school with him although at the time she was wearing jeans a sweatshirt and sneakers. I remained outside for about an hour prying he would come out again and see me. It never happened. That night in bed I fantisised that it did and that we made passionate love through the night. I realized that I truely was that woman. Well it all sort of worked out but you know that! Kisses.......Rita.

...And Don't Call Me Shirley!

2010-12-07T18:46:00.002-05:00

I was taking a short business trip and was out of touch with what was going on. I drive a lot instead of flying. (Boston)...so sorry to hear about his passing. He made us laugh. I think I'll hit a local Blockbuster tonight. See you soon....kisses!

Christmas Time Is Here Again!

2010-12-05T01:16:00.003-05:00

The weather outside is frightful. Cloudy, and dank..chilly. I'm looking forward to another Christmas Eve with Monica's family. It's always been tradition since I first wrote about it in a previous post. After eight years of this gathering...(people coming ...people going)...Nona decided that I would be "chef". She is very frail now but still in control. She sits with her glass of Gavi and conducts me like an orchestra. I really fear she will not be with us much longer but I treasure what she has taught me and I will pass it on in the tradition of a true chef. Just a thought on a cold rainy night. Kisses...Rita

Have A Happy Thanksgiving!

2010-11-23T09:44:00.003-05:00

I hope you all have plenty to be thankful for this year. I know I do. As you can quite imagine this is a very busy time. (Just when isn't it?) I've cut way back this year and I'm only preparing dinner for ten people. That's my smallest holiday get together ever. It should be fun with just me, Danny and the girls along with both Laura's and Chrissie's boyfriends. (Oh yes Chrissie is dating now....she all growed up!) Anyway, make the day special however you can!.....Kisses....Rita

A Date To Remember!

2010-11-16T18:47:00.002-05:00

An important day for us to reflect and treasure those who came before us. http://www.transgenderdor.org/

Bitch!

2010-11-11T16:48:00.004-05:00

The next full update should be coming real soon. Probably on Monday, November 15th. I was planning on doing one today but I just had too many other things to get done. If I can't put my full attention to it I just won't do it. Just so you know....feedback is important....but as I've stated previously...I'm basically writing for myself and a few select followers who bother to comment. I'm not sure yet what I'll be writing but I think I will continue with my immediate close group of friends. Probably Stephanie. I'll get around to all of them eventually. If you want more detail on any of the others then just let me know. If my tone sounds kind of bitchy...it is! Not in a very good mood today. I feel better when I write and I feel much better when I know my work is appreciated!! Yes I can be a Bitch! Kisses.....Rita!

The Globe!

2010-10-29T22:45:00.002-04:00

I recently added an ap (! is that what it is!) to my blog that lets me know where my hits are coming from. It seems to be popular so if you are checking me out at least say HELLO!!!! Let's try to at least come together as a world community! (Thru me!)......Kisses...Rita

Have A Happy Halloween!

2010-10-27T14:21:00.002-04:00

It's a little early I do admit but it may be the only chance I get. I hope you are all doing something exciting this year and plan on dressing up in a pretty or sexy little outfit. Laura, Monica, Stephanie, Stacy and, for the first year, Chrissy and I will be hosting a get together. I'll fill you in on everything early next month! In case you are wondering Chrissy turned 21 last August. Kisses....Rita.

It's Electric!

2010-10-11T09:42:00.015-04:00

Earlier this summer the girls and I were lounging in the hot tub wearing our skimpy bikinis. It was cramped but comfortable. Laura brought up the idea to get a bigger one so we'd have more room to play with each other. I thought that would be a good idea so Laura and I agreed to pool some of our commissions and do it. We figured we could save a bundle by installing it ourselves. And by "ourselves" we meant Danny would do the actual work. I would see to it that he would be well compensated for his efforts. We hadn't had many opportunities to be together at that time due to conflicting work schedules. I was feeling sort of neglected in the sex department. Oh, not that the fun I had with the girls wasn't always a blast. It certainly was. I just missed having his big cock hammering away at my pussy. A few weeks later a large crate was sitting on our back patio with our new tub. Danny arranged some vacation time and I rearranged a few things so we could spend most of the week together all alone. Laura was going to a conference in Atlanta. I planned on making alot of my man's fantasies come to life....as well as some of my own!!

The night before Danny came to the house I made my plans. I would be his sex slave for the week wearing the prettiest and skimpiest clothes I owned. I had just had my hair done by Stacy and it looked golden and gorgeous. My nails were also done to perfection. Long and shiny red! As I sat before my vanity brushing out my locks I just couldn't help admiring the woman I had become. (I guess they don't call it a vanity for nothing!) I cupped my breasts tweaking my puffy nipples with my nails. They felt so sensitive. I dreamed of having Danny take each nipple in turn and suck on them. I was tempted to relieve the tension in my clitty which was tenting out my panties but decided to save all my cummies for my man. Instead I took a soothing bubble bath and went to bed early. In the morning I showered, douched and dressed very casually in a pair of shorty shorts and a halter top. I ponied up my hair and applied a modest amount of makeup. Just a bit of liner and mascara. As I was fixing breakfast I heard his truck pull in. As always when I know he is coming my pulse quickens. "Hey, babe you look good enough to eat", he greeted me. I flashed him a smile and melted into his arms for a searing kiss. "Ummmm...honey, please stay hungry!", I purred in his ear. Taking the opportunity to nibble it a bit. He brought his hands up and gave my tits a squeeze. It felt so nice but I had to get his mind on other things. "I'll make us a quick breakfast before you start. Why don't you check out the tub on the patio while I finish up?", I said. Another quick squeeze and a peck on the lips and he vanished out the back door.

We had a very pleasant breakfast together catching up on things and playing footsie under the table. I told him while he was working that I would take a shower before making lunch. When he left to begin I dashed upstairs and stripped naked. I quickly donned a lacy black satin garterbelt and ran dark seamed stockings up my soft, smooth legs. A lacy bit of nothing of a thong followed. I then strapped my torso into a satin merry widow which did wonders for my waist line while putting my girls on prominent display. I sat at my vanity to put on my face. I started with a soft beige foundation which made my skin look like it was glowing. It was glowing from my building lust. A dusting of loose powder and I was ready to do my eyes. I attached some flirty long false eyelashes and filled them in with copious amounts of black mascara. Black eyeliner gave them the feline definition I was looking for. I went for a sultry bedroom look with eyeshadow. Various plum shades that were sure to really make him hard as a rock. They sure were making me hard! I sculpted my cheek bones to perfection with a nice rosy blusher. Now to finish getting dressed!! I stepped into a short white petticoat and slid on my very sexy French Maid's dress making sure I was spilling plenty of cleavage. I adored the white lace around the short hem as I quickly tied the bow at the base of my back. I clipped on the white lacy cap to my brushed out hair. Added a short pearl necklace and some matching dangly earrings. I admired my look in the mirror as I uncapped my lipstick. Slowly winding up the bright red confection I was transfixed as I filled in my pouty lips making them up to cock sucking perfection. "Oh", I thought, "there will be cock sucking"! I slipped into a pair of five inch "come-fuck-me pumps" spritzed on some Chanel #5 and wiggled into the guest room which overlook the patio. Danny was hard at work hooking up the tub. In the warmth of the early afternoon he had taken his shirt off revealing his lean muscular torso. I groaned inward and felt a stirring in my panties as I watched him. It brought back memories from when I was a young teen watching him mow the lawn with his shirt off. He really filled out since those days but, then again, so had I. I grabbed a small clutch purse and put in my lipstick, perfume and a couple of tampons. I knew I probably wouldn't be making it out of the kitchen before I was thoroughly fucked. I went down to the kitchen and busied myself preparing lunch all the time very aware of the nylons caressing my legs and the swish of my short little petticoat. After about twenty minutes I heard the door slide back. With my back to him I said..."Darling, would you like a panini or", turning to face him...."a blowjob for lunch"?

His jaw dropped. I giggled and batted my long lashes at him. Even though I knew his eyes were bulging out of his head my eyes were locked in on another bulge. He didn't say a word as he unbuttoned his jeans. I could almost feel the heat radiating off his cock as it poked through his fly. Not the kind of girl to ever let an opportunity go by I sauntered over to him and slid his pants down as I knelt before him. I looked up into his eyes as I slowly slipped his cock between my red shiny lips. Oh, it felt so delicious to have him back in my mouth again. Time seemed to stand still as I slowly drew his full length into my mouth. I was moaning like a bitch in heat as I gobbled down his hunk of man meat. He suddenly pulled out and lifted me up, spun me around, bent me over and impaled me with one long thrust. "Oh, yeah, honey fuck me....oh baby, that feels soooo fuckin' good....harder, Daddy....oh yeah fuck that pussy....it's been too long, Daddy....fuck your little girl....oh, yeah..oh, yeah....cum in my baby...fill me with your hot cum....!" I couldn't keep my mouth shut. It just felt so damn good. He fucked me for a good twenty minuets. He had to hold me up because my knees were buckling and I was losing my footing in my spiky stilettos. When he came I swear I could taste it in the back of my throat it was so strong! When he pulled out of me and I deftly inserted a tampon. I was still shaking. He staggered over and sat on a kitchen chair. "Wow...was that ever a surprise, babe", he moaned. I went down between his legs and began licking off the cum from his, still hard, cock and balls. He reached down and pinched my hard nipples. I felt electric shocks from my tits down to my hard clitty. I came in my panties and I thought I would pass out from the sheer pleasure of it all. "I'm yours to do with as you wish, Daddy. We've got some catching up to do. It's been almost a month since we had time together. I just want to be your sexy fuck doll and your wife for the next few days. I just want us to cum, eat and sleep, in that order, darling. I'll dress sexy for you, any way you want me. I love you so much"! "That sounds great, babe, but I still have work to do", he replied. "I know, darling, but just say the word and I'll bend over or kneel down any time you say". "You are one horny little bitch, you know that"? "Yes....I am"!

We shared lunch and he went back to work. I straightened up the kitchen, fixed my lipstick and basically performed my maid duties for the rest of the afternoon. I was having a ball swishing around doing mundane tasks. Occasionally I would bring him out a cold drink always careful to bend over giving him a good glimpse of paradise. After getting dinner in the oven I went up to change. I slipped into a tight leather, leopard skinned dress and, as Danny was showering set the table. I opened a bottle of Chateauneuf-Du-Pape and plated a nice dinner of roasted red snapper. With candles lit we just enjoyed each others company as we ate, drank and flirted. We cuddled on the couch trying to concentrate on a Yankee game but our lust for each other was winning the day. I went upstairs and changed into a long pink satin robe with intricate lace work. I slipped into a pair of matching pink bedroom pumps with the cute fuzzy frou-frou. The nights were getting chilly so Danny lit a fire . I sauntered as sexily as I could and reclined on a rug in front of the fire. My eyes spoke volumes about what I wanted. He stripped down, eased me on my back and slowly entered me. We made passionate love until the early morning hours. The electricity we generated for each other could have powered the whole town. Or certainly our new hot tub!

Bringing You Up To Date!

2010-10-08T09:27:00.003-04:00

I was told in the past that I apologize too much so, just this once, I'll say it again! Sorry for the delay. This has been one of my busiest summers as far as my workload was concerned. Without boring you with the details it was very frustrating both professionally and sexually. Because of our individual schedule's it was difficult for any of us to really get together. Oh we saw each other sometimes. (Laura and I still do live together!) It was just hard to get into a grove. (Pun intended!) The most frustrating for me was not being with Danny for awhile. Not just in a sexual way. That was hard enough on both of us. I just missed HIM! I never feel complete without him.

Anyway, between work and my family I was kept quite busy. I also had a little facial surgery done on my chin and nose. I guess I could have updated while recuperating but just wasn't in the mood. All better now, though!

Last week Danny and I spent a few days together all on our own here at Lorita. The next blog will go into more detail of how we rekindled our appetites for each other. It was quite electric!!

Summer's Almost Gone....!

2010-09-02T12:15:00.003-04:00

Labor Day is almost here and I'm just itching to begin writing again. I miss it so much! After our annual cookout and one short trip I will pretty myself up for you and get it going again!

Kisses.....Rita!!!!!

Getting Closer!

2010-08-27T23:54:00.003-04:00

Has it it been a busy summer? You bet! I'm dying for a few peaceful weeks at home to just sit and sip and write. (Tea, and maybe the odd glass of wine or two!) I just want to get back into the swing of things. A couple of more trips and a few articles to write and then I'm done for a bit. This is worse than last year. I guess it's a good sign as the economy seems, at least by my point of view, to be getting better. Never the less....things are going great here in Lorita. Laura's cool, Danny is still the man, and Monica and Steph are just ...well if you read you know!

I still want to write some fiction I have in the back of my mind but I also want to carry on. Let me know what you want and think. I've been away for awhile and I'd appreciate the input.

Kisses....Rita

Having Some Fun In The Sun!

2010-07-20T20:46:00.003-04:00

Hi, girls! Danny and I are taking some time off in the Virgin (!) Islands for a little R&R. I can't wait to start writing again about my friends and me. Hopefully I'll throw a few fiction stories in as well. As I really want to do my best for you all, it'll probably be when the leaves start turning and we break out the sweater dresses! Til then I thank you for reading my story! Kisses to all....Rita!

Some Day, Some Way

2010-06-27T00:41:00.002-04:00

This has been a very busy time. If I had a choice of writing or making money, well what would you do? I will post a bunch of picture stories this summer, as time allows. Keep the faith with me...I still have much to say.

Kisses,

Rita

Back Soon!

2010-06-06T00:03:00.003-04:00

I've been super busy lately. On the road. Sorry girls! I do apologize for the last post. So disappointing! I can do better and I promise I will soon. Welcome to the new ahhh..joiners! Please play catch up and read from the beginning...if you have the patience! Love ya...

Kisses,

Rita

Interlude:Monica And Me,A Sex Story

2010-05-22T23:30:00.005-04:00

It was about two years after Laura and I had settled into Laurita. Danny was away on assignment, Laura was in Denver at a conference and Stephanie was overseas visiting "her" parents. It was just Monica and me. She was staying with me for a few days, as most friends do when the others are gone. I was just finishing up a wine review article for a local paper when I felt a finger go down my back. I turned. "What's up, honey?", I asked her. "Hmmm...I dunno....just feeling nostalgic tonight, I guess. I was thinking about us working in the library together and those fun nights in the ladies room when we....'' I cut her off. "You're horny, aren't you". She just gave me "here look". "I miss my Fluffy", she whispered. "Fluffy?", I replied. She filled me in on her "pet" name for her Stephanie, her "Barbie Doll wife". "She confessed to me that she'd adore being a fluff girl". "What's a fluff girl?", I replied. She rolled her eyes. "A fluff girl, silly, is a girl who gets those great big hunks in porno movies hard and erect to fuck the bimbos in the film. They suck them off, getting them to a full erection". Ohhhh"...I sighed. I was still quite naive. I must mention at this point that I had a pristine face (no makeup), my hair ponied back low and just dressed in a pair of cutoffs and one of Danny's T-shirts. ( I love wearing his stuff...not in a guy way!) Well, I knew what she was after. Monica just loved dressing up "boys" to look like prissy girls. I thought, "Well what the fuck! I'm done anyway". I did have plans to watch the Yankees try to beat up on the Angels but her plans were...interesting.

Monica told me to take a long shower while she got ready. I guess she was planing this all day. After I was pristine clean and after a long very pleasurable douche I felt ready for whatever she had planned. I wrapped myself up in a fluffy (that word again!) towel and entered my bedroom. My eyes popped! There was my mentor sitting on my bed in a satin basque, full length stockings, 6 inch platform heels, her hair pulled back in an high pony of dark brown tresses. Full, and I mean full makeup! I felt.....on my own. "Very pretty", she said. Hairless and big tits are a major turn on for me"she whispered. I just demurely glanced to the floor. I knew where this scenario was going. And I was totally into it. "Sit", she commanded. And I did. She began by rolling my hair in big curlers. When she was satisfied she began my makeup. To say she went extreme would be an understatement. I looked like a total whore. (I LOVED IT!) " What next"? I thought. Well, she left the room. When she returned she was sporting a very large dildo that i recognized as the the replica of Stephanie's rather large cock. I was a aghast. I never had something as ...how shall I say...manly as that plunging my pussy. But I was up for it. After all, Laura had had the real thing, although it made her walk funny for a couple of days. I gritted my teeth. "Yeah, baby fuck me..go ahead", I screamed. She did. She fucked me for about a half hour. I came and I came. I'm not ashamed to say I sucked her cock and ...oh god... Monica's my queen! Stay tuned....Kisses...Rita

Laura

2010-05-04T10:26:00.010-04:00

(Hi! It's Rita. Sorry for the long delay. I had a number of projects to finish off as well as a much needed vacation on Cape Cod with Danny. I decided that instead of working on a fictional piece I'd continue with relating to you the lives of those nearest and dearest to me. This is Laura's story. Again, as with Monica's story it will be told in the first person. Enjoy! Kisses!!!)
My name was Larry. I wasn't very happy as a child. I had a very domineering father. Oh, he wasn't physically abusive or anything but I never felt that I could live up to his expectations. I was rather petite for a boy. He was an avid sports fan and actually lettered in a number of sports in school. I, on the other hand, was dismal at everything he tried to get me to do. I remember a time when he was tossing a football to me and it hit me in the stomach. I must have been about 8 or 9 at the time. I fell to the ground and cried like a baby. I could feel waves of disgust coming from him. After that he just sort of distanced himself from me. My mom was very sweet to me though. She tried to defend me but her words were just wasted on his ears. I remember laying in bed one night and I could hear a heated conversation coming from their bedroom. She was sticking up for me or trying to when I heard my father say..." I wanted a son but all I got is a pathetic sissy"! I cried myself to sleep. Not being very good a sports also had it's effect on me at school. I didn't mix well with alot of the other boys having nothing really in common with them. I did, however, excel in academics. Most of my grades were "A's". Especially math. I loved working with numbers. I was so good, in fact, that often my teacher would ask me to assist the other students who were struggling with it. This didn't exactly endear me with some of the boys. I found some of the girls more receptive, though. So, in a nut shell, my early years were not so good.
Having so much time to myself I became an avid reader. My taste in literature was unusual for a young teen. By the age of thirteen I had devoured most of the classics of 19th century English lit. I loved the descriptions of the women in their beautiful gowns. That was something I kept to myself. I also would, when no one was a home, pour over my mom's magazines. Especially Vouge. I was so drawn to women's fashions for some odd reason I couldn't fathom. This led me to looking through my mothers closets and drawers. I became enamoured of soft silky materials. At this point it never entered my head to try them on. Just the feel excited me in ways I never felt before. Only in my deepest fantasies would I dream of wearing such clothes. I was very confused about these feelings but I didn't care. After all, my father thought I was a sissy anyway.

My parents would sometimes vacation without me. At those times I was shipped off to my grandmother. It wasn't so bad because I enjoyed being with my cousin, Monica. She was fun and she was also very pretty. Sometimes she was a bit bossy but I usually enjoyed whatever it was she wanted to do. I remember on rainy afternoon while I had my nose in a book and she was busy drawing in a sketch pad. I asked if I could see her work. She showed me what appeared to be fashion sketches. The clothes were meticulously drawn. What was odd was that the models all had boyish hair. I asked her about it. "That's because they are boys, silly!", she giggled. I was dumbstruck. "But boys don't wear dresses!", I replied. "Some do", she said. I let it drop but I would catch her eyeing me over for the rest of the day. It was later that week that she lent me one of her swimsuits since I hadn't brought one of my own. She convinced me to wear the top as well. It was the first time I ever wore a female garment in my life. It made me feel all fuzzy inside but I didn't let on for fear she would think I was some sort of sissy. Well, if you read Monica's story you already know that I willingly let her dress me up in her flower girl dress the very next day. I was chock full of conflicting emotions seeing myself dressed and made up like a girl. It felt right somehow. I was never more at peace with myself. I was Laura!

Monica and I became very tight after that. We talked everyday on the phone and I managed to spend most weekends at her house so I could dress and practice being a girl. She would tease me and call me her little sissy. Coming from her I took it as a compliment. I would sometimes practice my makeup skills at home always with the fear of being caught. Eventually I was. I had just turned 18 and was just excepted into college. My parents were going out to visit friends and I though I had plenty of time to be the real me. I don't know why I didn't hear them come in but as I walked out of the bathroom to get a new lipstick I had bought that day there they were, standing there! I was wearing just a matching pantie and cami set with my face all made up (except my lipstick, of course!). There was that moment when time seemed to stand still. And then, pardon my language, the shit hit the fan. I won't go into detail but as you can imagine it was a pretty ugly scene. I was kicked out of the house. Right then and there. I wasn't allowed to even remove my makeup. I was one scared little t-girl, let me tell you! I quickly packed and left. I had only one place to go. I called Monica and told her what happened. When I got there I was greeted by her as well as her father. My Uncle Joe. He knew about me and didn't have a problem with it. He's a very understanding man. I love him to death. I was so happy to finally have everything out in the open. It was a night of tears from both Monica and me. We talked all night. I had come to the decision that I would go all the way and become the woman I felt I was meant to be.

As time went on I attended school during the day as Larry and live as my true self in every other way. I found a doctor and began a ridged hormone therapy. Not the most fun thing to do but I felt it was essential. I even worked as a girl. Both Monica and I became waitresses at her father's restaurant. It was so cool! I poured myself, as usual, into my schoolwork and graduated with honors. I set my sights on being a successful business woman. It was very important to me to be successful. I had to prove to my parents that I was better off being a woman and that the world didn't see things as narrow mindedly as they did. Well, my father really. I still had a relationship with my mom. After I had my breast implants there was no turning back. I began getting plenty of notice from men and decided to start dating. I was very selective and never went with a guy who didn't know what I was packing in my panties. I guess I went through my little "whore" period. I learned to love getting fucked and honed my skills as a cock sucker. Some might say that I fucked myself to the top and maybe I did but I always made money for whoever I was working with. A little afternoon "nookie" with a client was just a fringe benefit that we both enjoyed. After I was able to set myself up in my own place and start making good money I sort of settled down. It was about that time when Monica introduced me to Rita. I was immediately drawn to her as we both had a similar upbringing. Although she had much more support. I still crave a good man but being in the sack with her is one of my life's great joys. We're still together and living happily here in Lorita! Thank you Rita. Thank you Monica! And thank you for reading about my life!

Walking Back!

2010-04-09T20:10:00.004-04:00

I thought I'd be able to write as much as I could with the time I had off from work. Life happens. I have been writing but only in a professional manner. Chalk it up to a growing economy and the absolutely weird weather we've been having on the east coast. As soon as I get my thoughts together I will be walking back! I love you all,

Kisses...Rita!

My Tits Are Itchy!

2010-03-19T23:49:00.003-04:00

I don't know why, but my tits are itchy tonight! I've been working outside getting rid of downed tree limbs. (Danny is busy on Long Island bringing back power to people who suffered through all the rain we had recently!) Maybe it's allergies, but....i just thought I'd share.

I'm thinking of doing a fictional piece about two boys who grew up to be Vegas Showgirls. I wanted to write it and submit it to the usual sources, (Fictionmania, Nifty, etc.) but I am to ignorant about how to do that. I will write the story on this blog and I know you will enjoy it! It's been a long night in the kitchen but I'm ready to get back to work on this blog! Look for "Showgirls" coming soon! I didn't forget doing Laura's Story either....Love ya , hang in!

Kisses, Rita

Happy Paddy Day!

2010-03-17T22:05:00.002-04:00

A bit late but , well , maybe a too much Bushmills....not really! Stay tuned!

Even On A Bad Day There Is Always Lipstick!

2010-03-15T10:24:00.042-04:00

I just can't help it! I adore the taste and feel of lipstick on my lips! I know alot of you feel the same as I do. Here are some images for my "lipstick" girls!

Monica!

2010-03-11T09:38:00.007-05:00

(A word from Rita: This is Monica's story. From stories she told me about her growing up I decided to piece together as much as I could in a coherent fashion. She will be speaking in the first person. Enjoy and please comment! Kisses......Rita!)

I was an only child. Maybe things would have worked out different for me had I other siblings especially an older brother. I did, however, have really great parents. Both of them were born and grew up near the Italian Alps. My father is a sweetheart and very loving. There was nothing he wouldn't do for me. Especially after my mother died. I was eight years old when it happened. She was working somewhere in France when the accident happened. She was a part time model and had been doing a photo layout for some French fashion magazine when the car she was riding in was hit by a truck. We were devastated. She was a very beautiful woman and a very loving mother. My memories of her are all good. She was the most feminine person I ever met. She always dressed in the height of fashion and would never dream of being seen without her hair done just so and her face perfectly made up. Growing up I remember she had her own dressing room apart from the bedroom she shared with my father. I often kept her company while she dressed or applied her makeup. She would often let me into her things so I could play at dressup games. As a result I became very enamoured of feminine things. After she left us I refused to let my father touch any of her things. They were my only link to her. I spent much of my free time in that room wearing this or that. Mostly I cried.

My father was away on business a lot when I was young. He spent about two weeks every other month or so in Italy. My grandmother moved in with us so I wouldn't be alone. We call her Nona and she is the head of the family. She's a wonderful person and knows everything about Italian culture including food. She had opened her first restaurant when she was barely in her twenties. For the most part life was good. I had friends in the neighborhood but I mostly associated with the girls. I thought the boys were too rough and dirty. The girls were more interested in the thing I liked to do most. Play dressup! We would spend hours playing with all the costume jewelry my mother had accumulated over the years as well as some of her clothing and makeup. One afternoon my friend Julie came over with her little brother David. She had to take care of him that day because all the schools were closed for some reason and her parents were both at work. I didn't mind. He was a nice boy. We played some board games for a bit and Julie suggested playing dressup. I told her that boys were not allowed in the dressing room. She told me that David would behave so I reluctantly gave in and we went up to play. We did the usual things with various hats, scarves and jewelery. David just sat quietly on a settee' as we did our thing. Julie took an oversize faux pearl necklace and draped it around David's neck. He looked down at it and gave the cutest giggle. In no time at all we ganged up on him and had him wearing various girly things. We put ribbons in his hair, dusted his face with powder and had him wearing a short satin slip over his clothes. We had the greatest time teasing him and dressing him up. It was the most fun we ever had in our dressup games because we both knew we were doing it to a boy! After that we included David in our fun. We told him he was an official girl and named him Deena. He loved playing with us as Deena. It wasn't long before we had him totally dressed in one of my old dresses with a short hair piece we found in my mother's closet. I was loving every minute of it. I realized that under the right conditions that boys could be fun to play with as well. It was the beginning of my obsession with feminine boys. Well, after a few months Julie and David moved away and my fun came to an end but I never forgot about it. I remember watching some sitcom one night when one of the teenage boys had to, for some reason, dress up like a girl. He looked so gorgeous to me. I began getting a weird tingly sensation in the pit of my stomach looking at him. I was attracted to him. I wanted to be with him as long as he looked like a girl. When I played dressup after that I tried pretending that I was a boy dressing up in girly things but it just didn't feel right. I was too much of a girl for it to work. I needed another David to play with but had no idea where to find one. All the other boys I knew would have died rather than wear something pretty. Then one summer the opportunity presented it self.

Although my immediate family is very close I knew very little about my father's sister, Marie. I knew she was married to a doctor and had a son named Larry but that was about it. I remember it was right after school let out that I was told that cousin Larry would be coming to stay with us for a bit while his parents went to Europe. He was a shy boy when we first met and I would normally just take charge on what games we would play or TV shows we would watch. At this time I was also drawing a lot. I would spend hours in the dressing room with my drawing pad and pencils copying pictures from fashion magazines. In most of the pictures I would draw the models with short hair pretending they were really boys all dressed up. Larry once commented on it and I told him flat out that they were boys. They just preferred dresses and high heels to boys clothes. One hot afternoon I decided that we would go swimming in the backyard pool. Larry said he didn't bring anything to swim in so I offered him an old swimsuit of mine to wear. It was a pink and white two piece suit. At first he balked at the idea but after assuring him that no one would see he reluctantly wore it. At first just the bottoms but I dared him to wear the top too, just for fun. He did. After he put it on my brain went into overdrive. It wasn't long before I had him in a matching wrap, sandals and a cute femmy pair of sunglasses. After we both applied a scented sunblock we went out to swim. He looked so adorable in my swim suit! I was getting those tingly feelings again! We swam around and died off in the sun for a few hours having a great time. When we went in to change I was shocked at the tan lines on his smooth chest. "Larry, you have girly tan lines from wearing the top of my swim suit"! He looked in the mirror turning back and forth with a shocked look on his face. We were both soon laughing about it. I decided then and there that the next day I would get him in a dress!

I showed him all around the dressing room. The closets filled with all sorts of dresses and shoes. The drawers filled with lacy, silky lingerie. The vanity covered with cosmetics. I told him about all the time I spent in that room sometimes with friends but more often alone playing my dressup games. He just nodded his head as I spoke. I gave him a sly grin. "Wanna play?", I coyly asked. At first he didn't want to but I reminded him that the day before he was totally dressed like a girl in my swim wear. I heard him softly sigh. "Oh....okay....but don't tell anybody, Monica". I assured him I wouldn't. I began picking out an outfit for him. I decided to dress him in some of my things so the fit would be better. He was very thin in those days and I thought even my things would be to big for him. I selected a dress I wore when I was a flower girl for another cousin's wedding the previous summer. It was a very pretty pink ruffled dress that I just adored wearing. I chose the appropriate lingerie and told him to strip. I let out a giggle when he took his shirt off reveling his girly tan lines! He giggled too! I had him put on a silky pair of panties along with a matching bra that I took delight in hooking for him. Some sheer pantyhose and a long satin slip followed. All the while he remained silent but I could feel him trembling. I had him step into some shoes with only a two inch heel. I told him to walk around to get used to them. I watched with utter delight as he slowly made his way around the room. "Put a little sway in your step, missy!", I told him. Giggling like a little school girl he did just that. He was getting into it! I motioned towards the vanity. "Okay, sit! Let's pretty you up a bit". He looked like a deer caught in the headlights. "You didn't say anything about makeup!", he stammered. I told him I'd use just a little bit and he plopped down on the padded seat. "That's not the way a girl sits down!", I said and proceded to coach him on the fine art of sitting in a dress or skirt. After that I went to work on his face. Just a little powder, eyeshadow, mascara, blusher and lipstick in a soft magenta shade. He looked like a living doll! His hair was short so I fitted him with a shoulder length blond wig. On impulse I spritzed him with a little perfume. He was quiet all during this. I added earrings and a pearl necklace. When he saw himself in the mirror he was silent for a long time. I just sat and stared at him. After what seemed an hour he started turning his head this way and that. His hands spread out his dress. I saw a smile playing on his freshly painted lips. "I look like a real girl", he said in a small voice. His fingers came up to his face as if to confirm the fact that he was really that pretty girl in the mirror. He held his hands in front of him and frowned just for a second. I got up and stood behind him. Putting a hand on his shoulder I asked him if he'd like to have his nails polished to match his lipstick. He looked at me and just nodded. While I shaped and polished his nails I asked him how he felt. "It feels really kind of strange...but it feels nice too", he shyly said. "Would you do it again, Larry?" He frowned at the mention of his name. I quickly jumped in. "Oh, well you really don't look like a Larry in that pretty dress. What should I call you"? He told me he really didn't know as he watched me paint his nails a shimmery magenta. "Well, what women do you admire?", I asked. "I like Madonna", he said with a smile on his lips. For some reason the name Laura came flooding into my mind. The weird thing about it was I heard my mother say the name in my head. "Laura, your name is Laura", I stated, leaving no room for debate. "Laura", he whispered. "Yes....I like that a lot". She became Laura at that very moment as she waited for her nails to dry.

She spent the rest of the day trying on different outfits and was really having a ball. So was I. Nona was out visiting some friends so we had the run of the house. It took some convincing to get Laura to step outside but when she did and felt her first breeze blow up her skirt she was overjoyed! We sat outside sipping lemonade and chatted. "Like being a girl?", I coyly asked her. "I do. I didn't think I would but I love it. Do you think I'm weird"? I told her I didn't think that at all. We talked about a lot of things and she really opened up. I was liking my new girl cousin. As it was starting to get late we realized that all good things have to come to an end. For now anyway. She reluctantly took off her dress and after showering and removing her pretty nail polish she was back looking like Larry again. I never called her that again. She was Laura now and that's the way we both wanted it. She wore panties under her jeans like any girl would. That night as she was getting ready for bed I snuck into her room and handed her a pretty black lacy babydoll nightie to wear. She squealed with delight after she put it on. We sat and talked and I surprised her by giving her a pedicure. She didn't object at all. Actually she giggled wiggling her now bright magenta toenails in the soft light. We both got into bed together and cuddled and talked about all things girly. I gave her a crash course on being a girl that night. She, for her part, asked tons of questions. The rest of her stay was spent as a girl. Even if others were around she'd be decked out in the frilliest of lingerie under her boy things. It was a sad moment when she went home but we talked on the phone every day and saw each other most weekends. I knew she wasn't really happy at home and I also knew she was secretly dressing up and putting on makeup there as well. Eventually she got caught but I'll let Laura tell you about all of that at another time.

I tried liking boys but it didn't give me the satisfaction and inner peace I felt when I had a boy in panties. I tried with some others but it would never work out and some even handled it hostilely. I thought I might be a lesbian and even had a few flings in that direction when I started college. It was fun and I enjoyed it but after losing my virginity I realized that I also liked cock as well. I decided what I really needed to make my life complete was a feminine man who would dress like a woman but still function sexually as a man. I never thought that would happen and then I met Rita working in the library. Well you know how that turned out! We became best of friends and soul mates on an entirely different level. She already had the love of her life and I wouldn't jeopardize that for all the world. I eventually found the perfect person but, if you have been following this saga, you already know that. Well, that's my story.

I Will Be Back Soon!

2010-03-06T00:41:00.003-05:00

I've been busy....sorry!

Fork In The Road!

2010-02-19T10:38:00.004-05:00

I feel like I've come to a fork in the road. I'm in danger of just basically repeating myself. Things really calmed down and fell into a routine after that summer. We all still get together for our Friday night fun and games. Danny is still, and always will be, my one and only man. Oh, believe me, I've had offers but always turned them down. Some knew about me and some didn't. If I am anything I am loyal. My family, my friends and my career are all that matter to me. I spent many hours at work at the restaurant climbing up the ladder that eventually led me to be an executive chef. I learned that my real interest was in the management end of the business. I enrolled in several good culinary schools not only to refine my cooking skills but to learn the actual dynamics of making a restaurant successful. Not, by any means, an easy task. I spend very little time now actually cooking although one of my passions is to test recipes and make them more assessable to the average home cook. I get paid, quite handsomely, for consulting. Spending some time in a restaurant and identifying the problems is a challenge I adore. Sometimes it works out and some times it just doesn't. I also write for several food and wine publications. When you don't see a post from me in a while then you know I'm either traveling or trying to make a deadline. I try to fly these days as little as possible. I love my life, so far, and I love being a woman. Some people my argue that I'm really not a woman because I don't have ovaries or get a period every month. I know the truth. My sex is between my ears and not between my legs. I have no plans to "go all the way" with SRS. I've been criticised in some circles for this. I just don't feel the need. Period. End of story!

I've gotten some lovely E-mails from some of you requesting that I write about the girls. I've decided that that is what I will do for the near future. I would have to start with Monica, of course. I love her dearly and don't know what my life would have been like without her. Laura and Stephanie as well as Stacy and Chrissy will follow.

If there is anything else you wish to know please don't hesitate to write to me, either here or in an e-mail. I must warn you that any "hate" generated in my direction will be removed. Censorship? Maybe. It's my blog and I want the energy here to be positive and stimulating.

More soon.....kisses, Rita

I Do Things!

2010-02-18T10:47:00.012-05:00

For the rest of that summer and up until my first anniversary being with Danny things were pretty routine. I poured myself into my work at the restaurant taking on more and more responsibilities. Laura did likewise as her talents for buying and selling properties became more sought after. We saw Monica and Stephanie most weekends and shared many a good meal, bottle of wine and lots of naughty fun. Danny continued to drop by much to my delight. He always volunteered to do a project around the house. "Man's work" he called it. Electrical, plumbing, masonry, landscaping...he could do it all. But, as far as I was concerned, his main talent was making me scream with passion! It was difficult coming to terms with the way my life had totally changed since I graduated high school. Even more so coming out to Danny less than a year ago. The people and situations that totally transformed my life in such a short time were mind boggling. I was living full time as the woman I always wanted to be ever since my sister, Denise, first dressed me in her communion dress all those years ago. Even after all of that my basic nature remained the same. So far my basic philosophy in life of "do-no-harm-expect-no-harm" was working for me. If you give love you get love. Sounds naive, I know. But I was a happy camper.

About three weeks after the wedding I made an appointment for a color touch up with Stacy. While she expertly got rid of my roots we chatted about things. My major topic of concern was what Chrissy's future would be after summer ended and the new school year started. I knew in my heart of hearts she didn't want to go back to being a boy again. I brought up that subject as I sat contentedly in the salon chair. That's when Stacy dropped a bombshell on me. It turns out that little Chrissy can and will remain a girl while attending school. One of Stacy's better clients is an attorney who filled forms to have Chrissy's gender changed in anticipation for a total sex reassignment in future. She would also begin taking hormone treatments to counteract the oncoming of male puberty as well as counselling. I was overjoyed at this news. "Where is Chrissy, by the way?", I asked. "She's out playing with her friends but she is due back here by one o'clock to do some cleaning and to sit for a wig styling. I smiled as I remembered the first time I met "Christopher" as he shyly sat as his aunt's wig model. I knew immediately there was a budding girl deep in his heart. When she finished my hair looked gorgeous again parted on the side and sweeping around my shoulders. While sitting to have my nails done Chrissy came in with two of her friends. A brother and sister, I was to learn, named Cindy and Josh. Chrissy had told them they could use the restroom in the salon. She was as bubbly as ever when she greeted me. Wearing a very short pair of cutoffs and a peach tank top with a pink glittery kiss mark on it I noted that both her toe and fingernails were painted a bright shiny pink. When her friends left I commented that I thought Josh was a real cutie. "I know"!, Chrissy dreamily replied. We chatted while waiting for my nails to dry. She asked about all the other girls that were at the wedding. I filled her in. I then asked how she felt about being able to continue being a girl even after summer was over. She was very open about it. "I can't be a boy anymore. I don't know how. It's wonderful to know that I can always be a girl because I am a girl". I couldn't agree or identify with that more. "Wig time, Christine!", Stacy called out. "Yea!", was her reply. I hung around to see what style it would be. It was a brunette style that suited Chrissy's pretty little face to perfection. We made plans to continue what we dubbed "girly camp" with a few more outings as time permitted. I also made plans to hook up with Stacy that weekend for some, uhumm, "grown-up time". We all still liked to keep our Friday nights as a get together night for all us girls. That is except Chrissy. She'd have to wait a long time to be invited but it was apparent to me that she was looking at boys a lot differently these days. Well, so was I at her age!

I had planned some light shopping after the salon as I needed shampoo, douche and tampons. While strolling through the mall I couldn't resist checking out Fredrick's of Hollywood to see if there was some racy little confection I could tempt Danny with. I found this totally sexy little black lace number that I knew would look killer on me. Beautifully styled it would leave my breasts fully exposed. I didn't hesitate. I knew Danny was back at Lorita working on expanding our modest outdoor grill and deserved a reward. When I got home he was just finishing up. After a nice long kiss and compliment on how nice my hair looked he went off to take a shower and change. I noticed some nice looking rib eye's in the fridge and figured we would be breaking the grill in later on. I popped into Laura's office to say hello. She was just getting off the phone and greeted me with my second long kiss since I arrived home. I couldn't wait to show her my purchase. She squealed with delight when she saw it! "You're gonna kill that boy before your first anniversary if you keep this up!", she giggled. I heard Danny heading our way and quickly hid the sexy bit of nothing behind my back. "What's that?", he asked. "Nothing...girl stuff...go away!", I smiled. "Okay, whatever", he said. Later, while he grilled the steaks, I set about fixing up a salad and selecting the right wine for our meal. A nice bottle of Spanish garnacha. Over dinner the three of us made light conversation about things in general. It was Laura who brought up our impending anniversary. "Any special plans?", she asked. I looked at Danny and he at me. "Whatd'ya think babe?", he asked me. "Anything as long as I'm with you, honey", I replied. That brought an "aughhhhhh" from Laura. "Maybe Atlantic City?", he asked. "Sure, sounds perfect. Not too far and I could really get to dress up"! It was settled. My mind was already planning my wardrobe. After dinner Laura went into the living room to watch a movie while Danny and I "retired" early. I quickly went into the bathroom to don my "man eater" outfit. I added some dangly ruby earrings, sultry eye makeup, bright red lipstick and Chanel #5. On impulse I lightly coated my nipples with a deep pink blusher to make them more prominent. I briefly wished at that moment that I had a wet glistening vagina to present him with. I knew he needed vagina every now and then and I also knew he got it. It wasn't a secret between us just as my relationship with the girls wasn't a secret. It was just something that we both came to terms with when we first hooked up. I knew I was his number one and he knew he was mine.When I presented myself Danny was lying in bed reading something not even looking at me. "Honey?", I cooed. "You likey?" I struck a coquettish pose twirling my hair on my finger. His jaw dropped. "Holy fuckin' shit!", he gasped. "Nice mouth!", I said as I sauntered over to him watching a tent grow in his shorts. "You kiss you mother with that mouth?", I giggled. "You never cease to amaze me, babe!", he said shaking his head. "Well, I've got tits now, Daddy, I want to show them off"! I hefted the girls in my hands plucked at my nipples with my long red nails. "You like? Wanna fuck them? Wanna cum all over my tits, Daddy?", I purred. He never took his eyes off me as he pulled down his shorts reveling a very aroused cock. "Ohhhhh....Daddy wants to fuck Mommy's pretty titties, doesn't he"? I teased him unmercifully as I put the palm of my hand on his hard 8 inches of man meat. I then lay full on him grinding my tits to his chest and kissed him hard on the mouth. Our tongues doing a soft ballet together all the while rubbing his cock. I slithered down leaving a kiss trail to the head of his manhood and slipped it between my ruby red lips. Never breaking eye contact I gazed at the passion in his eyes as I slowly bobbed my head up and down on my prize. I pulled off him and began to pump him with my hand. "What's your pleasure, sir?", I purred down at him. In the blink of an eye he had me flat on my back with his cock running up and down through my cleavage. With long strokes he fucked my tits, his cock running slowly over my lips. I could feel the heat and raw animal passion radiating off him in waves! It was making me dizzy with desire. When he came the first blast hit my chin and filled my cleavage. The rest I made sure was in my hungry mouth. After a brief rest we resumed with a very long fucking session with me on all fours gasping for breath. He was really bringing it home tonight. It's amazing what less than four ounces of slinky lace could inspire in him. After another long blast of man juice in my pussy we rested in each other's arms. He made a brave attempt at another go. This time with me on my back. This was "making love" as opposed to fucking. I always orgasm more in this position. He took me there four times before collapsing on me. We both fell asleep with his cock still buried in me. That was a first. Maybe Laura was right! I just might kill him before our first year was up! Nawww...he's my man and my man can handle anything! Even me! Let him have his fun with vagina. When it comes to pleasing my man I was a fast learner and just getting started! Kisses, Rita!

Here Come The Brides!

2010-02-17T09:41:00.014-05:00

I awoke to the feeling of a soft kiss on my cheek. I opened my eyes to see Laura's pretty face beaming down at me. I put my arms around her neck and drew her lips to mine. In between sweet sissy kisses Laura mentioned something about breakfast. Her playful tongue in my mouth was all the nutrition I craved at the moment but I knew if I didn't get up then I would be in her arms all day and there was much to do. I quickly donned a pair of panties and wrapped a silky robe around me. As I passed Monica and Stephanie's room I could make out some soft conversation and rustling of fabric going on behind the closed door. I paused to eavesdrop just a bit but all I could make out were the words "pink garter" and "right leg". I smiled as I thought about the happy couple preparing to don their wedding gowns. When I got to the kitchen I put on the coffee maker and a kettle to boil some water for tea. While that was being done I made up several batches of waffles for all the girls. About twenty minutes later we were all seated in the kitchen eating and chatting away about what needed to be done and when we were going to do it. Hair, makeup and dressing were all discussed in detail and a time table was made. Stacy would be doing the bulk of the work on our hair while it was decided that I would assist Chrissy with her hair and makeup for the day. Immediately after the breakfast dishes were cleared we all scattered to take showers. To save time I doubled up with Laura and then Stacy. Even though we had a clear schedule we all found time for a bit of teasing and probing. After I donned a silk kimono I ran a nice fragrant bubble bath for our little flower girl. She modestly covered herself as she slipped beneath the flowery bubbles. As she bathed we chatted about the events of the day to come. I was amazed at how naturally feminine she moved as she washed her limbs. I admonished her not to take too long as she still had to have her nails and hair done. I left her a short satin dressing gown and told her she had twenty minutes to soak and then to be in my room to begin getting ready. In the mean time Stacy wound my long blond tresses in big rollers to give them some wave and bounce. By the time we all had our hair tended to I entered my room to see Chrissy sitting at my vanity gazing at her reflection. She looked so sweet! "Ready for some fun, honey?", I said. She just smiled and bit her lower lip. As I was fixing her hair in a cute page boy style we discussed nail polish and makeup. I told her that since this was a special day she could wear a more elaborate makeup than usual. I had secretly purchased a pair of false eyelashes that I thought would give her naturally long lashes a bit of a boost. We talked about all sorts of things while I worked her face and nails over. She was concerned as to what would happen to her once school started in the fall. I told her that being a part time girl was still better than not being a girl at all. She excepted that but I could tell she didn't ever want to go back to being Christopher again. Who could blame her? I thought I was naturally feminine growing up but she was really a girly-girl! As her nails dried I went to work on her face. Nothing tarty. I wanted her to look slightly older than her age but not over the top. After I tweezed some stray brow hair and applied a soft peachy foundation I applied her lashes. She was thrilled and was batting them at her reflection all the time sweetly giggling. We were having so much fun but I had to finish her so I could turn my attention to my own preening and primping. When I was done she looked simply adorable. I left her to apply her own lipstick which I noted was a deep rose shade that I knew would match her gown perfectly. I also left her a small pair of breast forms so she could fill out her bra a little more dramatically. I'm such a thoughtful aunt!

I found Laura sitting at her vanity, hair still in curlers, applying her makeup. Our gowns and lingerie laid out on her bed. She scooted over and patted the seat next to her with her long shiny magenta nails. I smiled and gave her left breast a gentle pinch as I sat beside her and began my own makeup. We chatted as we worked never once removing our gaze from the task at hand. I heard the doorbell ring and Stacy calling out that she would get it. It turned out to be the florist delivering the flowers and bouquets. While I applied my eyeshadow I heard Chrissy yell out how beautiful all the flowers were. I giggled as I realized our little flower girl was taking responsibility for the arrangements! (under her Aunt's supervision, of course!) Laura was taking down my hair as I made my lips shine a vivid red. I returned the favor as she filled in her own luscious lips. Time for lingerie. I chose all black because I was hoping to get Danny alone later that night and I knew that he loved seeing me in all black pretties! Laura chose white. Together we made quite a contrast in our bras, panties, garter belts and sheer stockings. I made a mental note for us to dress like this for each other in the not-to-distant future. We helped each other into our long, bell hemmed, red satin gowns wondering out loud if the two brides were doing the same. I knew that Monica would supervise every aspect of Stephanie's image. From makeup, hair and nails to every stitch of satin and organza. Even the size of her breast forms and perfume would be orchestrated by Monica's talents as a feminizer of boys into girls. Both Laura and I gave each other a critical once over before descending the stairs. With a girly hug we clasped hands and headed down to prepare for the ceremony.

There weren't going to be many guests as this was primarily a private affair amongst our little sissy sorority. As I was preparing champagne buckets the doorbell rang again. This time it was the minister who would be officiating. She was an ordained minister from a church in New Hope that catered to the GLBT community. Ironically her name was Faith. After making the initial greetings Laura led her out to where the actual ceremony would take place. As I was about to shut the door I saw Danny's familiar truck drive up. I could feel my heart beating under my breasts just as it does every time I see him approach. (still to this very day!) He looked so handsome in his Armani suit but at the same time a bit uncomfortable. After all he really is a jeans and work boots kind of guy. I get such a thrill when he takes me still wearing his boots! My clitty twitches just thinking about it! I struck a seductive pose as he walked up the three steps to the front porch. His eyes told me all I needed to know. He loved me in this gown. He put his hands on my hips and drew me close. My arms going automatically around his broad shoulders. He kissed me on the forehead. "Is that all I get?", I pouted. "I didn't want to ruin your makeup, babe", he replied. I licked my luscious red lips as I gazed into his eyes. I put on a sealer over my lipstick, darling, so give me a proper welcome"! With that he planted a long wet one on me till I felt my knees get wobbly. I ran a long nailed finger up his crotch and whispered in his ear. "You're not leaving until I get a piece of this later". "I could fuck you right here on the front porch, you hot little bitch!", he hissed back at me. I laughed and told him he couldn't as there was a child on the premises. I had him right where I wanted him. Horny as hell and dying for my pussy. We went to join the others out in the garden. I passed out the champagne flutes and filled glasses. Sparkling cider for Chrissy although I could swear that at several times during the day she was sneaking some very expensive bubbly! "Oh, well", I thought, I'd probably have done the same and it will probably help her sleep later". I kept my eye on her anyway. We heard a soft chime and turned to see two very beautiful brides walk out hand in hand to the patio.

Monica looked absolutely stunning with her raven hair in a sweeping updo with a thin band of flowers near the crown. Her gown was a vision in white chiffon and lace. I never saw a more stunning bride. That is until I saw Stephanie. She was a feminine mirage before our eyes. Her makeup was immaculate with a look of total calm on her face. She exuded womanly charm from her tightly corseted waist to her upswept blond tresses. Her gown was just stunning. Monica stepped forward with such an air of authority as she beckoned her new wife to her side. I stammered out my utter astonishment as I handed each of them there respective glasses. I must have had envy written all over my face as we began toasting the happy couple. I suddenly longed for a ceremony such as this with my Danny. Even though we had given each other vows while I was dressed in my sister's gown I yearned to do it again in front of witnesses. I vowed that someday it would happen. It was time to begin. Laura was the first to approach the alter followed by me. Chrissy did a splendid job laying rose petals at the feet of the two brides as they slowly sauntered down the make shift aisle of satin. When they were joined hand in hand in front of Faith, Chrissy handed each of the girls their respective bouquets. After a few remarks by Faith about love and commitment Monica began her vows. She promised undying love and affection to her Stephanie. She would always be there to protect her and comfort her in time of need. For Stephanie's part she pledged total devotion and obedience which I found quite interesting. When the two brides kissed I was happy I had put on a waterproof mascara that morning. It was all hugs and kisses after that. About twenty minutes later Monica whisked Laura, Stacy and I to a room inside the house and closed the door. I looked at Laura who just shrugged her shoulders. Monica stood in the middle of the room and Stephanie knelt in front of her with her hands folded together. Monica then raised her gown up around her waist reveling the large dildo made from a mold of Stephanie's own enormous cock strapped to her waist. Monica looked down at her and said, "My darling wife". With that Stephanie leaned in and planted a kiss on the head of, what was basically, her own cock. "With this kiss I promise to always serve my mistress in any way she chooses. Her needs will always come first. I further promise that I will remain my mistress's dutiful wife for ever in satin and lace. I promise this with this kiss". Again Stephanie kissed her cock replica. I was stunned but certainly not surprised. Monica always had something up her sleeve. We rejoined everybody else after that. I noticed Chrissy being very attentive to Danny and smiled. "Well, what are you two talking about?", I asked. "Baseball", Chrissy replied. I shook my head and went for another glass of champagne.

The rest of the afternoon went very nicely. The food was great thanks to the catering services of Cafe Roma. (You didn't think I had the time to cook, did you?) I finally got to spend a few minutes alone with Monica. "Nice touch!", I said, pointing to her waist. She just smiled that smile of hers. "What makes you think that was my idea, Rita?", she slyly said. "You don't give Stephanie enough credit in the creativity department, baby girl!", she cooed. I just laughed at that one. As the sun was sinking over the tree line I began to think about Danny and getting him alone for a while. I knew he was going to work around midnight and I needed an itch scratched badly. As soon as Stacy left with Chrissy I cornered him. Chrissy, it seems, was monopolizing Danny for a fair amount of the day. I'd have to have a long talk with that little flirt! I put my arms around his neck and asked him if he was ready to play with the big girls for a change. He smiled and asked me to lead the way. There were still some people sitting around the living room chatting and drinking as I lead him upstairs. When we got to our bedroom I had him sit in a chair while I slowly slipped out of my gown. Dressed in only my lacy black lingerie I slipped into a pair of sexy, black 5 inch heels. Bending over I brushed my hair and saucily whipped it back onto my shoulders. I could hear his breathing getting harder. I knew it wasn't the only thing getting harder. I smiled and winked at him as I sat at my vanity to apply a nice, thick creamy coat of lipstick. I stood between his spread legs as if I was being inspected. "Like what you see?", I whispered. "Always", he said, never losing eye contact with me. I slowly knelt down and pulled his cock free from his pants. I didn't waste time taking as much of him in my mouth as I could. I wanted him wet and hard as steel pipe. Time was of the essence and I craved a nice, long steamy fuck. He didn't disappoint as he bent me over the bed and tore my panties off. I moaned as his massive meat invaded my cunt. He plowed in and out for a long time. I must have cum a dozen times before I felt his hot load spill into my pussy. God, how I love that man! After some kiss and cuddle time he showered and headed out to work. I looked at the clock and noticed it was about 10PM. I slipped on a new pair of panties and and silk chemise and went down stairs for a nightcap. I saw that Monica, Stephanie and Laura had also taken off there gowns and were sitting around in lingerie. Suddenly feeling overdressed I doffed my chemise and got out the cognac. Monica wanted to sit outside and I knew why. "Why not?", I thought to myself as I accepted a long Havana cigar from Stephanie who then dutifully lit them for us. She just loved to serve. You could tell by the way her big cock was making a mockery of her panties. I saw Monica reach for something from under her chair. Again I was not surprised to see her strap herself into the dildo. It seemed the ceremony wasn't over just yet. Stephanie was out of her panties in a blink of an eye. "Girls?", Monica addressed us. Laura and I knew what was expected of us. We started double teaming Stephanie's cock while Monica slowly fucked her new, and truly devoted, wife into total submission. Laura and I each took turns sucking her cock while Monica spoke soothing words to her whimpering, but very excited young sissy bride. "Such a pretty girl...you love having Mommy fuck you in your tight little pussy, don't you baby doll....that's it princess...take all of it in....Mommy loves her little girl". It seemed to go on for hours and it probably did. We finished our cigars and emptied the cognac bottle while soaking in the hot tub. The next thing I knew it was morning and all of us were still in the tub together as naked as the day we were born. When we all awoke there was no sense of urgency to do anything all day but to lay in the water, drink, eat, fuck and suck. We spent a hedonistic day just lounging around sharing each other's fruits. I knew we would all have to get back to reality soon so I enjoyed every minute of it, thankful that these wonderful women entered my life!

Another Happy Valentine's Day

2010-02-12T23:03:00.003-05:00

I know some of you have given up on me. I am truly sorry that 2010 is not shaping up like last year for posting. I miss just the serene pleasure of taking a bit of time and communicating my story and emotions with you. The truth is that my Mom was in a bad car accident and was pretty banged up. She's getting better and I will remain with her as she fully recovers. There is my work as well. Whatever goes on I still have to pay the bills. The economy, being the way it is, has taken a serious bite out of the restaurant business. Be that as it may things are coming around, slowly. I will continue and it shouldn't be that much longer. In the interim I want to wish you all a very happy Valentine's Day with all my love!........Kisses...Rita

Girl's Night In!

2010-01-04T09:14:00.013-05:00

The day after our girly-girl orgy we all slept in fairly late. I was still out like a light sleeping on my back when I felt fingers tweaking one of my nipples. I awoke to see Stacy leaning over me with a smile on her face. Her hair was up in a towel and her face was totally without makeup. I smiled back at her and closed my eyes again. I realized I still had on my ultra-long eyelashes. That meant I never took off my own makeup from the night before. Shame on me! I never do that! (Well, hardly ever!) My observations were reconfirmed when I felt her lips cover mine in a long searing kiss. When I looked at her again I saw evidence of my lipstick smeared on her lips. Giggling, I jumped out of bed and headed for my vanity mirror. "Holy, crap! I look like hell", I moaned. I immediately went in to the bathroom and creamed my face as clean as I could. Stacy followed me in and told me she was going to go and pick up Chrissy so we could all try our gowns on for the wedding the next day. After she left I jumped in the shower and let the warm water do it's magic on my sore muscles. I dressed in a skimpy pair of white shorts and one of Danny's white t-shirts. (Just to feel close to him.) Braless and shoeless I padded downstairs to see what was going on. Monica and Stephanie were nowhere to be found but I found Laura curled up on a love seat reading. Her face was covered in a green exfoliating mask. She also had a towel wrapped around her head. "You look pretty in green!", I commented. Without looking up she told me there was more in her bathroom if I wanted it. "Do I need it?", I enquired. "I think so, your eyes look a little puffy this afternoon". I checked and she was right so I ponied up my hair and spread the soothing green stuff all over my face. I sat opposite her and asked how she was feeling. "I'm a little sore and I'm spotting a little. That Stephanie almost tore me in two!", she moaned. "Do you regret it, honey?", I asked. She looked at me with a glazed expression. "Oh my God, Rita, I've never been fucked like that in my life. I could almost feel her cock in the back of my throat. And she can go on and on for hours"! I laughed at that. "Well, it is what you wanted ever since you laid eyes on that monster. You have to be more careful what you wish for"! We both giggled at that. I got up to put on the tea kettle feeling the green paste on my face firming up. After serving Laura a hot cup of Lady Gray we heard voices coming down the stairs. We looked up to see Monica and Stephanie walk in wearing matching white sundresses. The only exception was that Stephanie had on a matching wide brimmed hat and an elegant pair of sun glasses. "Oh look Princess, the martians have landed!", Monica said. "Well, don't you two look stunning this morning...I mean afternoon!", I smirked. Monica told us that they were going to walk the back garden and stake out where they wanted things set up. As she passed by Laura she gave her a little pat on the head. "Surprised you can sit down today, sweety"! Laura just moaned but reached out and gave Stephanie's hand a gentle squeeze. After we finished our tea Laura and I shared another soothing shower with some gentle fondling. We dressed and did a minimal of makeup magic to, at least, feel pretty.

The newlyweds were still in the back garden walking around and taking notes when we came back down. I started on putting together a late lunch. I made a few quiche and a pitcher full of mimosa. Just as I was about ready the doorbell rang and Laura let Stacy and a very excited Chrissy in. She looked so cute in her short denim skirt and lilac halter top. I noticed something a bit different though. Her hair was longer! "Chrissy, your hair....it's so long now!", I exclaimed. She just gave me a sweet smile and flicked it girlishly over her shoulder. "I had one of the girls at the salon weave in some extensions for the big day!", Stacy gushed. I ran my fingers through it and could not tell were her real hair left off and her extensions began. When I was her age wishing for longer hair to style pretty I didn't have that option.

It looked simply divine on her and I could tell she was just over the moon about it. I called out to Monica and Stephanie that lunch was ready. Before we took our seats Monica came over to Chrissy. "And who is this pretty little girl?", she asked gazing at a wide eyed Christine. Stacy made the introductions. "Monica? Stephanie? This is my niece for the summer, Christeen". With that Chrissy gave them a deep, perfect curtsy. Monica was beaming! "Oh, Chrissy, honey, I'm so thrilled you want to be a flower girl for me and Stephanie. I've seen your gown and it's gorgeous and you're going to look so gorgeous in it. After lunch we are all going to try our gowns on for a final fitting". (That was news to me!) "And both Stephanie and I have a little surprise for you"! I was confused but everyone else was grinning ear to ear. So after lunch it was time to, yet again, play dressup!

As Laura and I helped each other into our long red strapless gowns I asked her how far we were going with this. "Just the dresses for now. No need to go all out with hair and makeup. We'll save that for tomorrow", she replied. I had to admit, as did Laura, that the gowns were simply a dream. Floor length, hip hugging organza with pretty ruffles below the knee. The heels were a bit high but since this was an over the top feminine ceremony it seemed more than appropriate for the occasion. As we minced down the stairs, feeling ever so glamorous, we were surprised to see that both Monica and Stephanie were still in their sundresses. "I thought we would all be wearing our gowns for fitting?", I asked Monica. "The brides gowns are perfect. I just wanted to make sure my bridesmaids, and of course our little flower girl's, gowns are the same way", she replied. That was fine with me. Any excuse to wear a stunning gown was always appreciated. We all gasped when Stacy led Chrissy down the stairs. She was simply gorgeous in her magenta dress. Her hair was brushed straight back and ended in the middle of her back. Her eyes beamed as she walked into the room perched on three inch sling-back high heels. She was artfully made up to look like a little princess. We all made a fuss over her as Stacy stood by smiling at the scene. Monica knelt down and hugged her whispering something in her ear. I noticed she was wearing small dangling pearl earrings. Chrissy's eyes lit up as she vigorously nodded her head. Monica stood and Stephanie handed her a package wrapped in thin pink paper. Monica handed her the package which Chrissy gently excepted in her pink polished fingertips. She swayed in her heels over to the couch and slowly pulled open the silky pink bow on top. When she had it open she let out a small gasp. She reached in and pulled out a pair of wispy pink stockings followed by a lacy pink garter belt. We all ohhhed and ahhhed. Then she drew out a pink platform sandal with a five inch heel. She gave a cry of utter delight as she ran to both Monica and Stephanie giving them both very enthusiastic hugs. Her first pair of big girl heels! My heart leapt with joy for her. "Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you!!", she gushed over and over. "She's never going back to being a boy", I thought to myself. I looked at Stacy and she just smiled and shrugged her shoulders giving me a wink. Chrissy grabbed the package and ran upstairs. She couldn't wait to try them on. "Need any help, baby?", Stacy called after her. "Nooooooo.....!", she called back, her voice disappearing down the hall way. "How appropriate", I thought", that Monica should be the one to do this for her. The final nail in her feminization!" After about ten minutes one totally confident 13 year old girl expertly walked down the stairs in her new stilettos. She walked up and down like a runway model swishing her skirts all around. It was a delightful sight to see. She demurely perched herself on the arm of a chair, sweeping her full skirt under her in a most ladylike manner, opened her little purse and, to delight of us all, reapplied her lipstick. "So what do we do now, ladies?", she innocently asked. We all applauded our little Miss. Most of us with tears in our eyes.

We all sat at the dinning room table to finish off our drinks. (Apple juice for Chrissy!) Stacy suggested getting our manicures out of the way so all she had to do was concentrate on hairdos in the morning. Sounded like a good idea to us so over the next few hours we all sat as Stacy gave our nails a professional shiny look. It was such a fun girly time we spent that evening chatting about clothes, makeup, hairstyles and our men. Chrissy was soaking it all in, often giving us her opinions. When her nails were finished with a gleaming top coat she excused herself saying she wanted to hang up her dress so it would be perfect for the next day. Stacy gave me a knowing look. We both knew that the excitement of the day had taken it's toll on the poor girl and she was taking matters into her own hand, so to speak. When she came back down she was in a frilly pink nightie. I noticed, but was not surprised to see, she was still in her stockings, garter belt and heels. I know that Monica had certainly taken notice.

We all called it an early night and Laura and I retired to my room while Stacy and Chrissy shared Laura's room. To say that Laura and I were intimate that night would be and understatement. When the two of us shared a bed it was inevitable that something would happen. Although there was no pussy play that night (Poor Laura!) we did give each other's clittys a good going over. We did it quietly and discreetly. We needed our beauty rest for the big day ahead. No puffy eyes in the morning!

This Is To Wish You....

2009-12-19T22:19:00.003-05:00

....A Merry Merry Christmas! This is to wish you a Happy Happy New Year! (Can't help it...Beatle fan here) Greetings from Hawaii! Danny and I spent the day fishing. It always strikes me so ironic when we do this together. It was our favorite thing to do when we were both still "boys" together. He caught a few while I caught nothing. (working on my tan lines!) Anyway, we're having a real ball this holiday. I'm trying to catch up but let's be real...no updates since before Halloween. All the previous posts (including this one) that promises things to come. If it were me, I'd quit. But it is me and after the first of the year I will rock..your..world. Promise! Stick with me....All My Love.....Rita!

I'm Still Here!

2009-12-11T19:58:00.003-05:00

I must apologize for the lack of updates in the last two months. To put it bluntly my life has been a shit storm of activity. I've been on the road, mostly in unfavorable climates for this time of year. However, Danny and I are spending Christmas in Hawaii. (Thank God for frequent flyer miles!) Just so you know, my sister Denise had her second child...this time it was a girl! Her name is Lauren and she is doing just fine!
I will bring you all up to date about Monica and Stephanie's ceremony at Lorita. Seems like a long time ago but that's where I left off. I certainly appreciate all the e-mails I get but would love it more if you would comment here as I don't access that account on a daily basis.
I wish you all a Merry Christmas. A happy, happy Hanukkah and a wonderful, peaceful New Year! With all my Love.....Rita.

Busy, Busy, Busy, Busy, Busy

2009-11-25T23:56:00.003-05:00

I Just couldn't resist dropping a line before falling into blissful slumber tonight. My hands are numb from chopping. My sense's real with the scent of herbs and spice. My mind is numb from Pinot Noir. It is the eve of my absolute favorite holiday because it involves (food) family and (food) friends. I wish you all a joyous Thanksgiving and rest assured I will be back soon, in full force, to continue.

Kisses....Rita

Rush Time!

2009-11-21T23:22:00.002-05:00

I know I owe you all an update. It will be done. I have to prep (starting tomorrow) Thanksgiving dinner for 50 people. Think about it! Fame has it's costs! I wish you all could join us. This year some friends from Turkey are joining us with their families from Istanbul. (Ironic right?!) They don't celebrate the holiday but certainly enjoy the tradition. How can I refuse? But I digress. I certainly owe you all an update and I will certainly do that when things get settled down. And all the dishes are done! Happy Thanksgiving to you all!!!!

Kisses,

Rita

Soon Come!

2009-11-14T19:55:00.003-05:00

I adore the fact that I now have 69 followers! (Don't dwell on it!) I've just been busy, busy busy! There will be a follow up soon but it might be weeks away. I love you all and especially those who comment. That is very important for me to continue, so please do so. Just to say "Hi!" is fine.

Kisses....Rita

Happy Day Before Halloween!

2009-10-30T09:08:00.004-04:00

Or as most of us T-girls know it......Christmas Eve!!! Be back soon!

Feed Me!

2009-10-19T14:14:00.003-04:00

This time of the year gets very busy in my world. Not only at work but at home too! I'll give you all a little piece of advise for when you go out to buy a new home. Count the number of trees on your property!!! They look beautiful in the fall but soon they lose their leaves! (Like, duh!) Anyway I will be continuing as time and opportunity presents itself. Laura and I are also in the process of some renovations to the bathrooms and with the economy the way it is these days we'll be painting more than just our lips and nails. So I'd like to put the ball in your court, so to speak. Let me know what you think so far about what you have been reading here. I would do my heart good to see that my time and efforts are not wasted. I think I stated somewhere along the line that I'm basically writing these things down mostly for me but I know I'm getting hits along the way. Tell me about you and what you like as a transgendered person. What are you doing for Halloween this year? Come on. T-girls are not shy!!! Feed Me!!!!!

More Eye Candy-For Lipstick Lovers!

2009-10-16T11:02:00.071-04:00

Here's some creamy pictures of our favorite cosmetic!

The Queen Returns! - Part 2

2009-10-15T08:58:00.014-04:00

As I sat applying a pair of ultra-length glamour eyelashes to my heavily lined lids Stacy was busy lining her lips with a deep burgundy lipstick. Laura was in the bathroom ponying her hair on top of her head. I felt such at peace primping and getting all dolled up with two other girls who had a similar upbringing as I. In some weird parallel universe the three of us could be watching a hockey game and swigging beers as we scratched our balls. Luckily we were making ourselves pretty for a seductive night of girly-girl sex! It's always such a pleasure getting all dolled up but it's even more exciting having other girls to do it with. I watched as Stacy prepared to fill in her lips with her lipstick. I wiggled over to her taking the tube from her hand and slowly applied a deep rich coat to her lips while staring deep into her sexy made up eyes. She let out a soft moan as I colored in each of her stiff perky nipples with the same deep shade. She leaned in to kiss my, as yet, unmade up lips when I pulled back. "Not yet, darling", I whispered. "I want us to have a wonderful lipstick lesbian evening together", I purred as I quickly flicked my tongue across both her stiff ,burgundy colored, nipples. Laura made her presence known with a fake little cough breaking the spell. She held up her fuchsia lipstick and gave me a sly wink. I immediately grabbed my own signature shade of Revlon Certainly Red. After a quick tongue kiss we began the ritual of slowly making each other's lips lush, moist focal points. I complemented her on how beautiful her eyes were done. Deep and subtle shades of blue eyeshadow brought out the blueness of her eyes. Long fluttery lashes that rivaled mine in their length. These special ultra-feminine nights were indeed special to all of us. I was so happy to be sharing it all with Stacy. As I was coating the last of Laura's nipples in creamy color, and she mine I looked over at Stacy who was watching with undisguised lust in her eyes. "You must think we're a bit crazy, honey", I said to her. "Uh-uh", she whispered. I noticed that she had two long nailed fingers buried in her cunt.

When we were all properly painted and perfumed we each slipped on some "barely there" babydolls and high heeled boudoir pumps and swished down to the living room where we found an equally stunningly dressed Monica stretched out on the love seat. Her eyes lit up at the sight of her sissy companions entering the room. The wonderful, feminine scent of our mingling perfumes was intoxicating. "Where's the lovely Stephanie?", I asked. "She'll be along in a bit but in the mean time why don't we relax in the hot tub and and get cozy?", Monica said. We did just that, doffing our silky cover ups and lowering ourselves in the warm, soothing water. I saw that Monica had a small hand held phone of some type with her. After about ten minutes of idle girl talk about the cosmetics we had chosen and the perfumes we were wearing Laura inquired about our missing girlfriend. Monica reached for the phone and hit a button. "Princess, be a dear and bring out some refreshments for the ladies. Yes, precious, just the for glasses for now". It didn't take long to figure out what Stephanie and Monica had planned and when she finally appeared to us it wasn't such a shock. Standing demurely before us was the vision of the perfect French maid. Her black satin uniform glinted in the light. Her short flared skirt held out by stiff ,white petticoats. Sheer, black stockings held up by satin bowed garter tabs. For this evening it was decided that Stephanie would be a brunette as her long wig hung saucily around her bare shoulders. As usual her makeup was dramatic and flawless. Long seductive lashes and bright red luscious lips. She minced over to us on her 5 inch stiletto heels and, from a tray, handed each of us a flute of sparkling wine. Monica then spoke to her in french. "Oui, Madame", she replied and wiggled back into the house leaving us all staring at her swaying hips and butt. We all looked at Monica. "It was all her idea", she told us. "She'll join us in an hour or so but remember she has a very big submissive streak and she so enjoys serving. How could I say no to her. Just enjoy and don't hesitate to ask her for things. You can bet that under her petticoats is a huge hardon"! Laura and I looked at each other knowingly. "Huge indeed!", Laura giggled. Stacy gave us a quizzical look but we said nothing more on the subject not wanting to spoil the surprise. As we sipped our wine and played footsie Stephanie made several more appearances. First bringing fluffy pink towels as well as refilling our glasses. She was in her glory serving us, the smile never once leaving her prettily made up face. After she brought out a second bottle of bubbly she returned with a humidor. I wasn't at all surprised and was sort of looking forward to a good smoke. The contrast of the ultra feminine and a touch of masculinity seemed like a good idea. Monica was the first to make her selection as our dainty maid offered a cigar to all of us in turn. I saw a moments hesitation from Stacy but then, she too, chose a long slender Havana. Stephanie then turned to Monica once again holding a slim silver lighter. "Madame?", she inquired. Monica handed over her cigar and, to my delight, we watched as Stephanie held it between her ruby red lips and gently lit it for her mistress. She in turn did the same for all of us. As we sensuously puffed on our lipstick stained cigars Stephanie stood with her hands folded in front of her. After about five minutes Monica turned to her. "That will be all for the evening, Princess. You may change and join us", Monica said with a dismissive wave of her hand. "Oui, Madame!", Stephanie chirped and minced back into the house. "You never let her do that before", I said to Monica. "She gets rewards for being a good girl", Monica replied as she blew a smoke ring in the still night air. "I'm even willing to share her other talents with you as well", she added gazing over to Laura. "Laura's mouth formed a perfect fuchsia "O" as the meaning of her cousin's remarks sank in. Ever since Laura first laid eyes on Stephanie's "talent" she was dying to get fucked by her. It looked like that dream would come true!

Stephanie returned to us about 20 minutes later in her sheer cover up. She was no longer a brunette. When she took it off and stood naked in front of us I heard Stacy gasp. I heard Laura giggle. I felt Monica smiling. And I felt Stephanie blush! As we sat in the still warm water I noticed how both Laura and Monica were getting closer to Stephanie on each side. I also noticed that Stacy was right next to me. When I felt her hand rubbing my clitty I began getting excited. I returned the favor by fingering her cunt and playing with it's lips. We began kissing. Our lipsticked lips sliding over each other in a building hunger. I could hear soft moans and gasps of pleasure from the trio on the other side as Stacy painted the roof of my mouth with her tongue. I peeked over to see Monica and her "bride" in a passionate embrace while Laura kept a slow pumping rythym on Stephanie's raging boner! As all of our passions increased it became clear that we needed to abandon our watery fun and get down the the real thing so with gentle touches we all dried off with the towels that Stephanie had provided earlier. We were delighted to find that Stephanie had not been idle with the time she spent away from us while we were enjoying ourselves in the water. Some living room furniture had be moved aside and the floor was covered in soft fluffy pillows and cuddly fur throws. We all formed a circle and hand in hand sank down on the floor. Monica quickly buried her tongue in her sissy's mouth and Laura wasted no time gobbling up Stephanie's enormous cock. Stacy and I lay arm in arm and watched the scene unfold. We watched as Stephanie's manicured fingers went up to gently cup her DD false breasts, moaning ever so slightly. I felt a kiss on my cheek and fingers squeezing my nipples as I turned to see Stacy's beautifully made up face descend on mine. As we swapped fluid and lipstick I felt her fingers slowly rubbing my engorged clitty. "Fuck me Rita", she moaned in my ear. I wanted to. I had done it with Monica in the past and though I preferred being the recipient I just couldn't say no as I felt my clitty twitch in Stacy's fingers. I pushed her down on her back and as soon as her legs were spread I mounted her. An odd feeling but the minute our breasts touched I knew I could really do it. This was still girl-on-girl sex. I was surprised that her pussy was wet as I entered her. Not as wet as Monica's had been but still it was easy to glide into her. I tried to think of how Danny would build his rhythm when he fucked me and match it. It became easier and the fact that Stacy was moving up to meet my thrusts told me I was doing something right. It felt good. In fact it felt real good. When our nipples rubbed together it sent little shocks through my body. We kissed and moaned into each other's mouth as we slowly fucked on the floor. My instinct was to keep my pussy in the air while in this position on my knees. I so wanted to have Danny's hunk of man meat buried in me. I could still hear the sounds of ecstasy coming from behind me. When I looked over my shoulder I saw Laura on all fours with Stephanie positioning herself with that huge cock aimed at Laura's rosebud. Laura's wish was finally coming true. Monica was no where to be seen. When I heard Laura cry out in a mixture of both pain and pleasure I knew that Stephanie was slowly sinking into her. I turned my attention back to fucking Stacy as she gently massaged my tits when I felt something drop next to me. I looked down to see my lipstick and a compact lying on the floor. At the same time I felt something cool and slippery working it's way into my pussy. I knew Monica had returned when I heard her encourage Stephanie to fuck Laura slowly. I heard Laura let out a long moan as more cock entered her love hole. Monica was slowly moving fer finger in and out of me keeping time with my own fucking motions. I whimpered as she removed her finger but soon gasped when I felt a strap on cock entering my poor, neglected cunt. There were moans of pleasure coming from all over the place. With Monica fucking me I knew that I would reach a gooey climax. I so wanted to cum inside Stacy. She was grinding into me at this point and knew she was about to cum herself. I could feel Monica's breath on my ear. "Long way from playing in the ladies room, isn't it girlfriend"? I felt her nibble my earlobe and I turned my head for a quick kiss. I spotted Laura out of the corner of my eye. The look on her face was priceless. I knew she'd be walking funny for a week after tonight. I could feel an orgasm building in my belly and knew I would be spewing my sissy juices in a matter of seconds. Monica was plowing into me and it felt so good. When the inevitable happened I cried out as I shoot my cum up into my new hairdresser. I collapsed onto her heaving breasts feeling mine heaving as well. Monica puled out of me and Stacy and I lay in each others arms. I remembered the lipstick and mirror. I slowly pulled out of Stacy and she lifted her pussy in the air. I wanted that cum. I quickly applied my lipstick and made a bee line for her bald cunt. I licked and slurped until all my juices were devoured. The look of her wet, bald cunt covered in my lipstick was a wonderful sight! I then rewarded my lover with a nice cummy kiss. Laura and Stephanie were still fucking like bitches in heat as I made my way to the bathroom to survey the damage. Stacy was content to just lay there and bask in the afterglow as she watched the action in front of her. I reapplied some of my makeup and went off in search of the missing Monica. I found her sitting contently on the patio with yet another cigar. "These things are becoming addictive!", she said to me as she waved it in the air. "Want one?", she asked cocking an eyebrow. I declined her offer but greeted her with a lingering kiss. We sat and talked for a bit when I reminded her she hadn't had a nice cum all evening. "Oh, I'll get mine later but if you're so concerned you could get me started!", she said with that wicked smile of hers. I took the hint as she spread her thighs exposing her glistening cunt to my eyes. I leapt between her legs and spent a good 15 minutes eating her pussy as she sat smoking. Every once in a while she would murmur encouragement. "That's it, my little sissy girl, that spot there.....ohhhh...yessss.....lick it like a good little girl...."! I loved it when she called me a sissy at times like this. After I felt her spasm a few time she gently pushed my face away. "Let's see what's going on inside, honey", she said. When we entered we found both Stacy and Laura double teaming Stephanie's cock back to life. Laura's, now gaping, hole was dripping with cum. Monica put her arm around my waist as we watched the combined efforts of both girls try to bring Stephanie to full mast once again. When that task was complete Monica took charge. "Thank you ladies but I think I can take it from here", she said as she slowly sank down on her bride's manly meat. We admired the young couple for a bit and then we retired to the patio for some brandy. This time I brought out my Virgina Slims and we all enjoyed a smoke before freshening up a bit and enjoying each other's bodies until the wee hours. As Laura swallowed my clitty and I nursed on one of Stacy's nipples I thought about what Monica had said earlier. It certainly was a long way from playing in the ladies room. The events of the evening were so good, the sex, the makeup, and the girls! I was so happy the Queen had returned!

The Queen Returns! Part 1

2009-10-09T08:55:00.013-04:00

The following Wednesday I got a call from Monica. She and Stephanie were back in New York from their wedding in Switzerland. I was thrilled to hear her voice again and invited them down to spend the weekend. "That's a great idea, Rita. I'm dying to get all my girls back together. It seems like forever"! "Great! I'll make something really special and we can all catch up over dinner"! I told Laura of our plans and she was just as thrilled. I also called Stacy to invite her as well. She of course was as equally over the moon. Previous to this I managed to squeeze in another day with Chrissy for "girly-camp". There was no doubt in my mind that she would be the perfect flower girl for the ceremony. She brought over her new gown and we practiced walking in heels in a long skirt. The gown was gorgeous and she looked just so cute in it. Stacy had put her on a summer reading program which included the "American Girl" series as well as a new subscription to "Teen Cosmo". Her makeup skills had improved dramatically. At times I had to admonish her not to overdo it but in the end, remembering the way I was at her age, I just let her have her fun. Exploring with makeup at that age is just too much of a temptation so I just let her go for it. Of course we toned it all down by the time Stacy came to pick her up.

That night Danny surprised me with an unexpected visit. So did Laura's newest beau. It was an awkward moment for both of our men for a bit but after a couple of glasses of wine we all loosened up and enjoyed some good conversation before retiring to our separate bedrooms. Laura usually keeps her sex life pretty much close to her chest (outside of the sorority) so it was a bit of a surprise to see her arm and arm with a guy. I didn't get much detail from her that night only to find out his name was John and they had met through business. I can only speak for myself on what went on behind closed doors that night. Sex with Danny is something you just have to experience for yourself. (Not that I'll ever, ever let you!) At this time we had only been intimate for about ten months. (It seemed like years!) To this day my heart beats like a hammer when he is about to enter me. Absolutely nothing makes me feel more like a woman than when he is buried snugly between my thighs. The saying, "One is not born a woman. One becomes one" rings crystal clear at times like these.

The next morning over breakfast I asked Laura if she had a good time the night before. She was reading over what looked to be a contract of some sort and gave me a sly smile. "Probably as good a time as you had, honey", she said with a wink. She didn't continue so I turned to other topics. The weather, the house, the ceremony, etc. I was spending that day, as per Paolo's instructions, with Nona in her kitchen going over the proposed menu for the new restaurant. I was still a little intimidated by Nona. Ever since I first met her at Christmas I was in awe of her. Her age and wisdom aside, she had such a presence. Hard to describe really but when she spoke you tended to hang on every word. I knew that she had the power to make or break me in my future career as a chef. Also she was Monica's grandmother and that gave me another reason to do my best. That Friday I made sure all the linens and towels in the newlyweds' room were changed and fresh. I also laid in some fresh flowers to welcome them. I prepped a beef Wellington and put some Dom on ice. I would be at the restaurant early the next day but would return early enough to get dinner started. Laura would be home so she would take care of setting the table with our finest Lenox dinnerware and crystal. The dress code would be elegant and feminine.

By the time I got home around 2:30 the girls had arrived. All except Stacy who would be coming around 4PM. With hugs and kisses all around we sat outside sipping Prosecco and chatting. Both Monica and Stephanie were dressed in white sun dresses. Monica's in a crochet halter style and Stephanie's in a more traditional light cotton. They told us stories about the wedding, the shopping and all the little details of their big day. I couldn't help noticing how totally feminine Stephanie was in her demeanour and movements. She was so graceful and girly! She confided with me as I put the beef in the oven just how relieved she was to have the wedding over and done with. "Oh, don't get me wrong, Rita, it was a wonderful time and I'm just so happy that Monica and I will be together for ever but having to wear icky men's things all the times was bringing me down. I was so missing the freedom of wearing a dress"! "But you had your dainties on most of the time too, right?", I asked. "Yes, but I had to do without my makeup, perfume and heels for the whole trip!", she sighed. I sympathised with her. "Well, not anymore, honey. You're home now and can indulge yourself to you heart's content". With that she came around and gave me a hug. I could feel that monster cock between her legs stirring to life. "Save it for later", I thought. The doorbell rang and Laura went to let Stacy in. This was to be a surprise for Monica and Stephanie. Monica had already met Stacy a few times at the salon and was happy to see her. A stunned Stacy was then introduced to Stephanie who, oddly enough, gave her a slight curtsy. I couldn't help thinking of Chrissy at that moment and stifled a giggle! After another drink I checked on dinner. Everything was timed perfectly. "Ladies!", I announced, "I believe it is time we all dressed for dinner"!

Laura, Stacy and I went to my room to dress while Monica and Stephanie adjourned to theirs. The three of us unconsciously stripped naked and began adorning ourselves in our foundation garments. When we noticed Stacy slipping down her panties both Laura and I moved in for the kill. "Show and tell time!", Laura giggled. Stacy smiled and squatted down spreading her new cunt lips. We ewwed and ahhed over her hairless pussy until she stood up and told us we could explore more later. We then turned our full attention to glamming it up for the night. It was understood that we would all wear white in the spirit of the recent wedding. I opted for a white bustier that just dripped in lace. The bra cups holding my "girls" out proudly but keeping my nipples exposed. As I sat to dramatically make up my eyes Stacy came up behind me and swept my hair up on my head strategically pinning and spraying it in place. She affixed a wide black satin band to hold it off my face. The effect was stunning! It was a flurry of activity after that. Finishing dressing, final makeup touches, checking our stockings, spritzing on perfume, strapping on our heels, primping, posing and pouting in the mirrors. Laura was right when she once told me during a similar dress up session that this never got old! When we were done three stunning ladies minced back downstairs. I went to open the first of many bottles of bubbly and to check on the meal. "Plenty of time", I thought. When I came through I noticed that Stephanie had joined us. She was dressed in a frilly white dress that almost resembled a young girl's party dress! It was simply gorgeous! Sleeveless and satin with a gauzy overlay and an empire waist accenting her (false) breasts. She was wearing a long blond wig that fell in waves around her shoulders and down her back. Perched on 6 inch platform sandals she dropped us all a cute curtsy. We, in turn, all curtsied back giggling like school girls. "Where's Monica?", I asked. Steph was about to speak when Laura interrupted her. "Oh, the Queen wants to make a dramatic entrance, doesn't she Stephanie"? Stephanie let out a giggle and blushed. It was then that we heard Monica descending the stairs. As she regally entered the room she stunned us all by her appearance. She was dressed from head to toe in a shimmering black satin gown that reminded me of the gown worn by Rita Hayworth in the movie "Gilda"! Her long brunet tresses hanging down around her shoulders in a similar style to Stephanie's. Her makeup was dramatic with smoky eye shadow and bright red lipstick. There was no doubt that the Queen was truly home among her girls and was waiting to be honored! As if we were of one mind we all bowed to her. Stacy included. Such was the powerful feminine force of her presence. She gave us a wicked smile. "So nice to be back with all my little sissies!", she said. My heart swelled upon hearing those words spoken from those lush red lips. They were spoken with true love for all of us. I felt Stacy's hand on the small of my back. "Wow, what have I been missing?", she whispered in my bejeweled ear. Monica broke the trance. "Let's have a drink out on the patio in the shade, ladies", she said as she turned and sauntered outside. Her four "ladies in waiting" dutifully followed her lead. She sat in one of the larger patio chairs adjusting her dress and crossing her long nyloned legs. Stephanie immediately sat beside her while Laura and Stacy sat as well. I retrieved the bucket and bottle and poured out the vintage Dom Perignon. Standing before the newlyweds with my glass held high I proposed a toast to a long life together in womanly bliss. Monica then toasted us. "To my girls. I'm so proud of each and every one of you for having the courage to shuck off your phony and useless masculinity and be who you truly are. You are more than mere sissy's. You are truly beautiful women and I'm proud to call you all my sisters. Welcome to the sorority Stacy"! We all cheered and drank. Everyone took turns giving Stacy a sisterly kiss in welcome.

Dinner was a huge success which I knew it would be. We talked about everything. Since Stacy was the new girl we bombarded her with questions about herself. (I will write about those at another time!) She was open and honest. It was during desert out on the patio that we sprung our little "flower girl" surprise on the unsuspecting couple. Stacy and I had prearranged this moment. We began by talking about the timeline for that day. "....and this is when the flower girl will make her entrance", I threw in. "Flower girl?", Monica asked. I slid her a picture of Chrissy in her gown that Stacy had taken. Monica looked it over critically. "She's adorable but who is she?", she asked looking at us. "She's my nephew Chris", Stacy quietly answered. Monica looked again. "Nephew? I answered for her explaining the circumstances. Stacy showed her another picture of Chrissy in boy mode. Monica sat looking at the two pictures side by side. Suddenly her face lit up. "Perfect, this is just perfect!", she beamed. She looked at me with a gleam in her eyes. No words needed to be spoken. The message was clear. "Well ladies, that was a wonderful surprise..but I think it's time we get down to business. Let's all get comfortable. That hot tube looks inviting, don't you think"? We all agreed. We all went to primp and freshen our makeup and perfume for the long night ahead! Luckily we were all great multi-taskers!

Remember

2009-10-09T08:53:00.002-04:00

Two Girls In A Tub!

2009-10-01T09:31:00.011-04:00

In the morning Laura was busy working in her office while I made us breakfast. I heard her squeal and I ran in to find out what was going on. There on her computer screen were pictures of Monica and Stephan(ie) before, during and after the wedding ceremony! They were officially man and wife! Or something like that. Monica looked stunning in her white organza wedding gown. Her long brunette locks piled on top of her head and perfectly made up face made her look so elegant. Stephan(ie), in almost every shot had a dazzling smile on his face but there was almost a forlorn look in his eyes. Both Laura and I had seen that look before. Poor Stephanie was just dying to be the one wearing that gown and all the trimmings. As we studied the pictures and the beautiful backdrops of Switzerland we couldn't wait to be all reunited together in feminine splendor. With the addition of Stacy and, to some extent, little Chrissy our sorority was growing. As Laura opened the last picture we let out a little giggle seeing Stephanie in her bridal lingerie that she wore under her tux. She was sitting with her legs crossed at the knee in a delightful feminine pose holding a silver mirror and a lipstick poised to her pouty lips. Her face was towards the camera and she gave a smile and a little wink as the shot was taken. As Laura and I ate we agreed that she would a much happier girl when she could wear her own wedding gown in a couple of weeks. "Speaking of gowns we have our own fitting Monday night", she said. We made a timeline of things we needed to get done before the big day which now included our new flower girl. I would have to touch base with Stacy and check on her progress in getting Chrissy her gown.

I noticed that Paolo was often absent from the kitchen at work. One afternoon as I presented my latest attempt at my salmon mousse for his inspection he took me aside. "Rita, I have a proposition for you. In a few months Joe (Monica's Dad) and I will be opening a new restaurant. We will feature only Northern Italian food and wines. I would like very much for you to be a part of it". I listened in silence as he continued. "I'm growing tired of cooking this so called Italian-American garbage. I have too much respect for tradition to waste my talents here anymore and I'd like to bring you with me as a possible sous chef. What do you say"? What do I say? I was stunned. Me? A sous chef? "I always trust your judgements, Chef, and I'd follow you even if you wanted to open a hot dog stand at the beach", I said smiling. He smiled at that and patted me on the cheek. "Bella, bella! But you still have a lot of things to learn and I want you spending more time with Nona. Capito?" "Capito, Chef", I replied. As I walked away I couldn't help but think that the food here was pretty damn good!

Over dinner I related the news to Laura. She was very happy for me. I was a bit nervous though. I worried I was taking on too much, too soon. Laura told me that I could do anything I put my mind to. "Hey, not everyone could pull off living as a woman 24/7. You have talent, girlfriend. What do you say we unwind in the hot tub with some drinks?", she said with a wink. I liked the idea a lot. "You get the tub jets going, darling, and I'll get the drinks", I sexily purred. Just as I was finishing getting a pitcher of martinis together the wind picked up and so did the lightning and thunder. "Forget the hot tub we need a plan B", Laura said. Giggling like two schoolgirls we headed for the master bathroom and stripped down. Laura began filling her tub with hot water and lavender bath crystals. We sat at opposite ends and sipped our drinks in the relaxing water. I soon felt Laura's long nails stroking my clit. I moaned as I took a soothing sip of my vodka. Putting my glass aside I reached for Laura's very stiff clitty and began my own massage. Laura then beckoned me to lift up as she bent down and swallowed little Rita whole. It felt wonderful and soon I was giving her a full dose of sissy cream in her mouth and all over her cute face.We embraced and kissed and kissed for what seemed like hours. We decided to take the party to the bedroom. Naked, we spilled on to the bed and spent a lot of time just caressing our smooth, hairless, feminine bodies. We cuddled and kissed and talked about the up coming wedding. We would occasionally get into a 69 positing and suck each other to a nice sissy cum. "We need to do this more often", Laura cooed in my ear. "How about every night", I dreamily replied. We talked about doing something really special the night before the ceremony. "Let's really girly it up and have one big sissy orgy!", Laura said while I hungrily nursed her tits. "Hmmm...sounds utterly divine, honey. Poor Stephanie has had to butch it up for too long. I know she's just dying for a femmy good time", I replied. "Should we include Stacy", I asked. "Oh, that would be a good idea! This way she'll be here to work on our hair in the morning!", she enthusiastically replied. "Besides", she continued, "I'm just dying to get a look at her new pussy! But what about Chrissy?", she asked. "Definitely not invited to the party. But she will be really happy being a part of the big day".

The next day I called Stacy for an update and to tell her of our plans for the night before. She was all for it! "What's Chrissy up to?", I asked. "Rita, she's a totally different person! She's so.....what's the word....invigorated. She's so bubbly around the shop. All the girls just love her. She keeps them in stitches with the things she says and does! I've even let her start doing some shampooing." I smiled at that. "That's wonderful. Tell her I'm very proud of her". "Tell her yourself....(off the phone).....Christine? Rita whats to talk to you....."! A moment of silence and the Chrissy came on. "Hello..Rita"? "Hi, honey whatcha up to?", I asked. "Nothing much, just watching some TV". "What are you watching"? "Oh, just the home shopping channel. They have some really cute earrings for sale. Oh , and this afternoon we're going shopping for my flower girl dress....I can't wait!", she said happily. "When can I come over to your house again?", she asked. "How about tomorrow. You can bring your gown and practice more with your heels. How does that sound"? "Great....um, and I still need help with my makeup and things". "Not a problem, sweety, and maybe we'll do some shopping for some big girl undies to wear under your gown". Oh, wow, really!", she gushed. "Sure...let me speak to you Aunt, honey. With that a jubilant Chrissy got off the phone and Stacy came back on. "She's just so adorable, Rita, thank you so much. She's been trying to fit into my heels but they are just too big for her". "I'll take care of that. She's going to need to wear a higher heel with her gown so she might as well get some practice time in", I told her. We're planning a sort of party the night before so I'd like you to stay if that's okay", I coyly told her. "Chrissy too?", she asked. "No, strictly a night for the big girls", I replied. "Ummmmm...sounds like a lot of fun", she giggled. "Oh, it will be. Interesting things happen when all the girls get together!", I told her. The fact that Monica would be the only real genetic girl there did not in any way detract from the fact that it was most definitely a girls night together. It was going to be a night of satin, lace, perfume, lipstick and girl on girl love making! More on that later.......comments please!

Cleaning Out The Vault!

2009-09-30T22:48:00.007-04:00

There will be a new update tomorrow. I promise. In the mean time, take a look....

Girly Camp!

2009-09-24T09:15:00.009-04:00

I awoke around 5AM alone in bed. I heard the shower and knew that Danny was getting ready to report to work. I stretched and let out a contented sigh. I felt wonderful and well fucked. My pussy had that nice little ache that comes after a long night of great sex. I smiled at Danny when he walked naked out of the bathroom, his gorgeous cock and balls swinging back and forth. He lay next to me and my hand automatically reached for his jewels. "Got time for a quickie?", I purred. In answer his lips covered mine as his manhood swelled in my hand. In no time I had my legs in the air as he once again entered me. It was slow and passionate and oh so nice! "What a lovely way to start the day", I moaned. When he came it felt hot, almost burning but so good. As he lay on top of me still buried deep between my legs he asked me how I felt. "I'm in heaven, darling", I sleepily replied. "We need to get away. Just the two of us for a couple of days. Maybe my Dad's beach house?", he asked. I tightened my arms around his back. "I'd follow you anywhere, baby. Do anything you want to do. I love you so much". He gave a little thrust that caused me to let out a squeak. He pulled out and I immediately inserted a tampon to keep his manly juices safely inside me where they belonged. After he left I just stayed in bed lazily twirling the tampon string with my finger with a contented smile on my face. I must have dozed off for a bit because the next time I looked at the clock it was almost 7:30. "Chrissy!", I thought. I almost forgot that Stacy was dropping Chrissy off for her first day of "girly camp". I also had to get into the city and pick up some things for the restaurant. I jumped in the shower and washed and conditioned my hair. I stood naked at the mirror to blow my hair out. I loved how my breasts jiggled as I worked. "Wow", I thought, "my hair is really getting long"! It was down to the small of my back. After it was dried I ponied it up and sat to put on my makeup. I wanted to look and feel extra femmy today. Mostly for Chrissy's benefit and yes I admit that I was getting a thrill turning heads when I was out! For an outfit I chose a short white denim skirt and a powder blue blouse with 3/4 sleeves. I thought of pantyhose but decided on a pink garter belt with little black dots and a pair of sheer stockings. I added a pair of 3 inch heels for comfort. (Yes comfort!) I had cinnamon buns in the oven when the doorbell rang. A very energetic Chrissy burst into the house followed by a grinning Stacy. Chrissy was wearing the "Princess" tank top I had given her and a pair of white denim shorts. Her hair was ponied high on her head and she was wearing just a modest amount of makeup. Her lips were pink and shiny. "Rita, look at my ears. Auntie pierced them!", she exclaimed holding her small pink hoops out for inspection. I noticed the inclusion of nail extensions as well. "Very pretty, sweety! And your nails look very nice as well"! She held her nails out and wiggled her fingers. "I'm still getting used to them but I think they're so cool!", she gushed. I gave Stacy a knowing look. "Well, I'm glad you have so much energy today, honey, because our plans have changed a bit". I explained that I had to go to the city on a work related issue. "So, if it's okay with Aunt Stacy, we'll take a little field trip today into New York". Stacy thought it was a great idea but Chrissy was a little less enthused. "I thought we would just practice makeup and stuff today", she said. "And we will when we get back. We'll only be gone a couple of hours and then we can do other things, okay"? "Okay", she reluctantly replied. "But I've never been to New York before. It's kinda scary". "Just stay close to me and you'll be fine", I told her. We had a quick breakfast and headed to the train station. Chrissy told me she needed to use the bathroom so we went to the ladies room where she took care of business. I did as well. After washing our hands I opened my purse and fixed my lipstick. To my surprise and joy Chrissy followed suit. We chatted on the train. Or rather Chrissy chatted while I just listened. She told me all about her new room and the the new clothes she got. Dressed as a boy she was quiet and shy but as a girl she was bubbly and full of energy. It was remarkable. Whenever she made a boyish gesture I quickly corrected her. By the time we reached Penn Station she had the hand movements and gestures of a girl her age. As we walked through the station I knew we were getting plenty of looks from the men. At least I was and I was learning to except that fact. Big breasted blonds tend to draw attention to themselves. It comes with the territory. Chrissy was all wide eyed as we flagged down a cab. We made our purchases at the market and stopped to have a bite to eat. During lunch Chrissy brought up the subject of high heels. She was upset that Stacy wouldn't allow her higher heels feeling she was just too young. I, on the other hand, sympathized with her on the subject remembering myself at her age wanting to master the art of walking in stilettos. After lunch I reached for my purse to get my credit card. Chrissy took this as a sign and reached for hers as well. She dutifully powdered her nose and touched up her lips. I just had to do the same. Lipstick and compact in hand I smiled at her "This is fun, isn't it?", I whispered. She just smiled back and nodded her head letting out a little giggle. As we were walking up Park Avenue I noticed a small shoe store with some very pretty pumps in the window. Chrissy noticed too. "Want to go in?", I asked. "Oh, yes, yes!", she responded. We were immediately approached by a salesperson asking if we needed some assistance. "Yes", I said, "my little sister her is attending a formal function in a few weeks and she needs to get used to wearing heels. Maybe a three, three and a half inch? Any suggestions"? I heard an audible gasp from Chrissy. For the next half hour she must have tried on at least two dozen pair of heels. We left with a pair of basic black patent pumps with a three inch heel. Chrissy happily swinging the bag as she walked hand in hand with me.

We made it back home by 2:30 and she immediately wanted to wear the heels. I coached her on not only walking but in being comfortable in wearing them. She stumbled a bit in the beginning but soon adapted to the new height. I must have made her go up and down the stairs fifty times but she was a very willing pupil. "The heels will stay here for now. It will be our little secret, okay?", I told her. She agreed. We spent time working on her makeup application skills as well as how to correctly remove it and cleaning her skin. I left her changing her nail polish when the phone rang. It was Laura asking me to pick her up at the airport later that night. She had apparently finished up early and just wanted to come home. I readily agreed and she gave me her flight information. While Chrissy was busy attending to her manicure I put her hair up in two cute pigtails. She loved it and insisted on keeping it that way for the rest of the day. Stacy came by to pick her up at 6 and we filled her in on the day. (Omitting the high heels!) We discussed the wedding and the need for Chrissy to get a dress. Stacy told me she would take care of it. With hugs and kisses all around they set off for home. I took the time to freshen up my makeup and headed out to the airport. On the way I stopped by the restaurant to drop off Paulo's items.

When I saw Laura in the terminal I ran to her giving her a big welcome home hug. We chatted on the way home and I filled her in on my little project. She found it rather amusing and told me she was not at all surprised. "I actually met Chris a couple of times at the salon. I always thought he'd make a cute girl. Apparently he does. And he wants to be the flower girl at the wedding"? "She does", I answered. "Well this ought to be fun and you know that Monica will be thrilled having a little sissy flowergirl", she said. When we got home and Laura was all unpacked and sorted out she suggested that we relax in the hot tub. I was all for that. As I was making us a small pitcher of icy vodka martinis a naked Laura walked by me giving me a pat on my tush. I noticed a fresh application of creamy fuchsia lipstick as she coyly smiled at me. "Don't keep me waiting too long, honey", she purred. In a flash I stripped off my clothes and tied my hair up. After a quick application of my own creamy deep red lipstick I joined her in the tub. We clinked glasses and drank. We talked about our week. I filled her in on my fantastic night with Danny all the time we played footsie in the warm water. "I love seeing you with tits, honey", she told me. With that we cuddled and began making out. Our lipstick went to hell but it makes for such a sensuous sissy kiss. For the next hour we drank and kissed and talked. After that we walked hand in hand to her bed and did what all good little sissy girls do. It was so nice having her back home and back in bed! More soon! Drop me a line!