Sissy Amber's Captions

I decided that I'll be adding some short stories from time to time for you to get an idea of my writing skill (and warm up parts of you). This is my collection of short stories entitled "Sissy Stories: Dishevelled and Debauched" and can the whole book can be found at www.amazon.com/dp/b09k6mhrdt..

Something New

I awaken as my bed partner shifts, snuggling her ass tighter against my crotch. The warmth of her skin gives me an emotional high. I've never had someone so close, never had someone sleep with me. At best, my few previous encounters have been short, torrid affairs that left me feeling dirty and used. None of them stayed any longer than to slake their lust. The battering wind caused by their leaving in haste is something like out of a Saturday morning cartoon. 

But last night, I hadn't been a nasty transvestite toy, taken because there wasn't something better. Instead, I'd been cherished and indulged as a partner in lovemaking. That she is still here, still in my arms, is something new, something better.

I crave touching her olive skin to pleasure her, but I don't want my Cinderella bubble to burst by her waking. At the same time, I yearn for her to do all of those delicious things to me again – her firm grip on my hair, her insistent lips and tongue against my mouth, her nibbles on my nipples, and even the playful but painful paddling of my ass. Just thinking about it is making my... well, that thing in my lap to grow and stiffen inside my very damp panties. 

I brush away her long, brown hair, just visible in the moonlight streaming through the skylight, and plant a feather-light kiss on the nape of her neck. She whimpers. I hear it mainly through my chest that is firmly against her back. This spurs me on. I kiss again, a little more firmly. She wriggles just a bit more against me in my silk nighty. 

With the softest of touches, I run my fingers over her shoulder and slowly down her back, stopping just where the ass that launches a thousand ships starts curving outward. The idea is to pamper, not seduce. In response, I get a quickening of breath followed by a purr, deep in her chest. She still can't be fully awake, but she pushes her naked butt against me even more, trapping my sex between her cheeks, lingerie and all. 

It makes me remember the single orgasm she gave me last night, the one that blotted out the sun and all reason in my brain. Even more, it makes me feel warm at the nuzzling, touching, and general care she'd given to me as I came down from the heights of Mount Olympus. She even told me that I'm beautiful. That alone set off some aftershocks that nearly generated more sticky fluid from my sex.  

I run my fingers down her arm with the pressure of a butterfly brushing its wings against a flower, focusing attention on her fingers, palm and wrist. This time her moan is almost audible. But if there had been even the footfalls of a mouse, I wouldn't have heard it. 

I keep at my teasing love – caressing anywhere but her prominent erogenous zones. My wanderings traipse over her womanly belly, her neck, intertwining into her hair. She is waking now as she is actively moving against my ministrations. In fact, her ass cheeks are clenching around me, sending lightning bolts through my groin. 

Using just my painted nails, I lightly scratch my way down her back. Every inch causes her to squirm. "Mmmmm." All of the gentle loving I'm doing ends abruptly as I move to her thighs. Oh, I'd continue, but she reacted with the speed of a coiled rattlesnake lashing out. 

With one arm, she slams me back to the bed. She leaps up and straddles my face faster than I can say, "Trapped." Her pussy drips long, gooey strands of her lust. Her home-brewed perfume fills my nose with delight and makes my own sex snap the rest of the way to attention. 

"Bitch," she hisses, "Wheres I be from, there are consequences to those kinda actions. So are ya gonna pay the price, or does I have to take it from ya in another whipping?"

Oh, of all the dilemmas to face – awesome or incredibly wonderful. Which to choose? I don't answer with words. I just open my mouth and start lapping the sweet droplets of her dew off the fur of her bush. 

"Don't you go playin' round down there, hear?" This is punctuated by one of her hands gripping my hair like a rope, and she is a bronc rider. It takes away any thoughts I had of a slow, gentle approach to loving her. "Get to it proper-like."

At her urging, I suck her clit into my mouth, no matter how much of her already slippery mess rubs against my chin and cheeks. The vacuum pulls her clit out and causes it to stiffen. 

"That's more like it, heifer." 

Trapping her button in my mouth, I lap at it as fast as my tongue will vibrate. I intersperse this by running just the tip of my oral digit around the base, teasing the nub of her sex out even further and making it swell up. She grinds her crotch against my face as if I can get even more of her in my mouth. 

"Do Jesus, don't you stop. Oh, God. Yasssssss!"

From experience last night, I'm expecting and get a deluge. She doesn't do anything by halves. I find myself all but drowning in her juices as she shakes and contracts above me. I have a huge mental smile. I've never felt as contented as I lap and slurp at her excesses. I get a couple more mini-orgasms from my partner before she pushes my head away. 

"Stop, ya damned succubus! Now just let it be." 

She isn't out of reach, so I plant a non-tongue kiss on her nether regions anyway. This earns me a slap on my privates, focusing on those two sensitive bumps beneath. It hurts bad, but it was worth it. "I told ya that were enough, woman."

She climbs off of me and snuggles down into the crook of my arm. 

"Sweetie, ya sure youse ok with just that one cum? " she asks. "I'd be happy to give ya more."

I feel the pressure and need to orgasm about a million times, but waiting is almost as good. "If you don't mind, can we wait 'til after breakfast?"

"Filly, if'n ya cooks even half as good as ya make love, then I'm gonna have to marry you, so no one else does."

The orgasm that shoots into my panties from her words clouds everything with pure pleasure.