The Point and the Desire

Feeling cock. Touching it. Indulging it. The twitching from pleasure. The excitement. The gasps. The heat. The stiffening. All of it combined makes this sissy tremble. I believe in it. With all of my heart, I feel my boipussy contract. My tiny clit twitches in its chastity at the mere thought of a hard, real man's cock. Tasting that head, touching the spongy tip to my lips, sliding my tongue over it, taking it in my mouth. That moment of surrender is pure emasculation. The type that teaches a girl who she is.

There's no going back then. But there's a step further. Taking it deep. Listening to him moan as it touches the back of my throat. Learning to relax. To take it in. To not gag. To use my lips primarily. The shaft...going balls deep. Cupping them. Massaging them. Proving out that they belong to a real man. That his spunk trumps mine. That he's a proper alpha deserving of this pleasure and attention.

And when it's wet and I'm lubed, the purest act. The final step. Taking him deep. Feeling him take my boipussy and spread me wide. My legs open like a woman's. Total exposure and surrender and vulnerability. The freedom to be a sissy and give myself to him. That's the point and the desire.