Summer's Almost Gone....!

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!

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!

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

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!

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

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

(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!