Twas the Night Before Chrissy - Part Four

 

Chrissy needs ten Christmas wishes and she has to choose from suggestions in the comments, so let's brainstorm some fun ones for her!

Twas the Night Before Chrissy - Part Three

Slow and Steady

Hi folks,

I hope the summer is treating you well! It's been an up and down summer for me. For the most part my Big Sister has left me alone (yay!). But, when she does bug me it's... been... different. She's been more demanding. It's been less sisterly and I've become more like a toy. Something to be toyed with at her will without a voice or opinion of my own. I don't know if she just has these needs to assert absolute dominance over someone and that's when she seeks me out. Or (hopefully) this is the early stages of her getting tired of me and she'll soon leave me alone permanently.

Anyways, her humiliating task for me this time was to put on my most emasculating heels, put myself in a very specific pose and then have to weave a "fantasy" involving that pose for you all on this blog. Now, as you all know by now, she's not very subtle and she was trying to make it obvious what kind of fantasy she was looking for.

Too bad for her I'm still just as smart as ever. Just because she doesn't like to treat me like an intellectual doesn't mean I still can't thwart her. So, without prolonging the (minimized) damage, here's my completed task:




So, it's quite simple really. I'm a tortoise. I'm a tortoise who was wearing pink heels... 'cause I'm heading out to the bar... called the Hard Shell cafe. Anyways, as I'm walking to the bar, my panties get snagged on a rock and fall down my tortoise legs. Feeling the unusual draft, I look back to see my panties have slipped down one leg. Because I'm looking backwards, I don't see I'm walking towards a dip in the ground, and I slip and tip over onto my back. And I'm stuck on my back struggling to right myself.

She's on her back. Her breath is heaving and ragged, her chest rising and falling to the rhythm of her desire. As the panties slide down her leg, she dangles them off her foot. Her smooth legs lift, spreading automatically. She's waiting there. Waiting for you.

Aaaaaaand scene. There we go. Quite the fantasy if you ask me. I think you can chalk one up for Chrissy over Big Sister on this one. Peace out.

Mixed Signals

Ummm... ok, so I'm a little alarmed. I haven't gotten enough comments on my last post, so if you haven't commented, then please do so!

The other problem is that the comments I am getting are more of the variety that I am a girl... or a slut... or a slutty girl. That's the image my sister is trying to falsely project onto me. I'm a normal, red-blooded guy! I don't want this!

Alright, so someone commented in the last post that I clearly like beautiful women (how very true!)... and then I think they were confused because they put me on the wrong side of a blow job. Women give blow jobs. Guys get blow jobs. I'm a guy so I get a blowjob.

So this person wanted me to talk about my thoughts regarding getting a blowjob. I'm willing to do this. What guy hasn't thought of his dream blowjob.

It starts with an incredibly sexy girl who I find myself alone with. Things start off innocently enough, but then she gives me "that" look.

One thing leads to another and before I even realize it, she's on her knees in front of me. I can hardly believe this is happening as I take off my clothes. I wonder if maybe I'm being forward, but surprisingly, she looks like she wants this even more than I do.

I hold my breath as I feel her soft, warm hand on my growing member. As her moist mouth gets ever closer, the hot tingle of her breath is electric. My breath comes out in a slow, low groan as her wet tongue and slick lips find their mark.

My eyes look up at him with his rigid cock in my mouth and I know this is going to be a regular occurrence. My tongue finds all the right buttons and it takes all my strength to keep my hand from between sliding between my legs.

And while this is something we both desperately wanted and needed, there comes this point where we are on opposite ends. He fights desperately to ignore his carnal impulses and have this go on forever, while I on the other hand want my prize. Despite our vast contrast of masculine and feminine, hhe knows this is a battle he can't ever win with me. I have him at full mast and I'm right where he wants me.

And then all too soon, I get my prize.

Dream Weaver...

Thanks to all who commented, I can put orgasm in my pocket to use whenever I please. Sweet, sweet freedom!

One of the commentators asked if I would share my dream lover with everyone. So, I suppose I could... though to be honest I don't know if I could nail it down. To put it another way; I enjoy gourmet food and I am a big fan or a quality night out, but by no means am I a picky eater.

So, my dream self would a woman who is very feminine. I tend to prefer cute over sexy, care-free, playful, and knows what she wants. She would be smart and chic, but not high-maintenance...

I could get into personality and such, but my guess is that those of you out there probably don't care all that much. You want the dirty-details... and that's fair... so, I stumbled upon a video. Now, this specific girl isn't my dream lover, but she's very beautiful and I think her personality would give a little insight into what I'd want in my dream lover:

So what do you all think? Anyone else have the same tastes as me? Shocked at what I said? Want to ask a question? Then comment, comment, comment!

Post a fantasy, win a prize

Poor Chrissy is obviously in need of something.  Her posts of late have been far too pissy and contradictory. 

So let's help her out.

Post a naughty little fantasy based on this image of her.  It can be as long or short as you like (Chrissy likes them long) 

Each entry will be reviewed and if we get a clear winner, you will receive a personal post from Chrissy re-enacting your fantasy for her in her own words.  

Remember that she likes to make everything hard (not that she has to try very hard looking like she does), so remember to make your fantasies with her arduous and more for your own benefit than for her.  She prefers it that way.