Tuesday, March 24, 2009
For several months I have had a visitors map on my blog. I enjoy seeing that people from all over the world are stopping by and checking out this blog. I get over 200 visits a day so I would like to hear from all of you. I would love for you to tell me where you are from so we can make this world a little smaller. So please drop me a comment telling me your location. Come on, let's get lots of feedback, even if it is just a "hi, I'm from...". Thanks!
Now everyone sing along... "It's a small world after all. It's a small world after all..." (now that song will be stuck in my head the rest of the day!!!)
Beverly and Linda
Monday, March 23, 2009
It was one of those weekends, you know the kind… we had nothing scheduled, no place we had to be, no one dropping in, just a quiet weekend alone, the kind we all dream about but seldom experience. The only unfortunate part was that Linda had been suffering through a cold all week and her batteries need recharging. Fortunately (queue the trumpets to play a heroic cadence here), I was there to take care of her and wait on her hand and foot. She needed some TLC and I was willing to provide it.
It proved to be just what she needed and by Sunday night I could tell that she would be ready to start a new week. I fixed her favorite foods, gave her a long massage, even changed the polish on her toes. She was properly pampered, if I do say so myself.
The upside of this was that we spent almost every waking hour (as well as every sleeping hour) together that weekend. It provided us plenty of time to cuddle and converse. As much as I was into pleasing Linda, she was also making sure that I got some ‘pleasing’ out of the deal as well.
Linda insisted that I be properly prepped to perform my placating. (Ok, I will stop with the ‘p’s now.) I dressed in a cute lounging outfit consisting of knee length silk pants and strappy top. On my feet I wore princess slippers. I had a light makeup application to complete the femmy look. While serving I slipped on a pale pink hostess apron. I was the epitome of ‘sissy boy’ and Linda didn’t let me forget it, commenting on my sissy-ness throughout the weekend. At one point she took a digital photo of me, then uploaded it onto her computer. I would be willing to bet that it was attached to an email and sent to Darryl soon after.
As for the conversations that took place, one dealt with my blog. Linda informed me that she had been checking it out again.
“I saw where several people had commented on our sex life and offered suggestions on how it should be handled,” she stated. “What do you think of the suggestions that I should cut you off from having intercourse with me and that I should save that for Darryl and possibly other ‘real men’? Do you like that idea? Darryl had suggested that very thing during one of our phone conversations.”
I was shocked by her comments. I knew that she checked into my blog from time to time. I guess she has taken time to read the comments left as well. I replied that I wasn’t in favor of that idea, that I was not happy with our long abstinence that had taken place recently.
“But look at you right now,” she replied. “Why would I want to have sex with a sissyboy? I mean, you have your place and all. You have a great tongue and are wonderful at oral pleasures. But at times it is difficult to think of you as a man. You are much better at being a girlfriend. Don’t you agree?”
I could see where this was heading and I really didn’t want to go there. I reminded her of the great sex we have had, like the previous weekend. Plus I pointed out that I didn’t think either of us enjoyed going long periods of time without sexual pleasure.
“Well, maybe we each need to have local boyfriends to take care of our needs. That way we wouldn’t have to wait until Darryl and Roger can make us happy again,” Linda smiled as she rubbed the erection under my panties. Her talk and actions had turned me on, but I wasn’t happy about her idea.
So, for those of you who have made those comments and suggestions, I hope you are happy. I hope, in the future, you won’t plant any more ideas. I never know which ones Linda will grab onto. Plus I think my life is complicated enough right now that we don’t need to push things any further. You just never know when she will be reading this blog and taking ideas to heart!
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Even though I work from my home, there are times that I am required to meet with clients in their businesses, go to lunch meetings, or work on location. During these times I put my feminine presentation aside and tow the straight and narrow… in other words, totally in guy mode.
That is how things have been a lot lately. My work has been full and busy, thus more outside meetings and obligations. Last week I looked at my upcoming schedule and realized that I had a meeting with a client scheduled for lunch on Tuesday, which as St. Patrick’s Day. My client’s name is McNamara so I thought that there was a strong chance that he would be observing the day in style. So I felt that I should wear something green in his honor. The only problem was, I had nothing ‘green’ in my closet! Nothing!!
I told Linda about this on Friday and she suggest we go out shopping this weekend together so she could help me pick something out. I should point out here that I have a black belt in shopping, at least when it comes to buying for her or for ‘
That being the case, I was thrilled when Linda said she would go shopping with me. We made plans to go out Saturday afternoon after lunch. Low and behold, who should call just before we were ready to go out the door? None other than Darryl! Of course Linda was not going to miss that call so she told me to go into the living room and wait for her while she talked to Darryl on the bedroom extension. I knew that this was going to take awhile. An hour later she came bouncing into the room, ready to go shopping.
She talked all of the way to the mall about Darryl and what’s been going on with him. Fortunately, she left out the intimate stuff, otherwise I would not have been able to concentrate on driving or felt much like shopping. I could also sense something changing in her attitude as we got out of the car at the mall.
The first store we went into she suggested heading to the lingerie department. I reminded her that I was there to find a green shirt and she said that she hadn’t forgotten, but that Darryl had made a few suggestions to her.
We walked over to a panty display that was set up for St. Patrick’s Day. The table was covered with various styles of panties; bikinis, hiphuggers, thongs… all either in green or with shamrocks and leprechons covering them. We had just started searching through the assortment when a young sales clerk wandered over, asking if we needed any help.
“My boyfriend told me that my husband needed some special panties for St. Patrick’s Day,” Linda offered while I turned crimson. I had no idea that she was going to do this. The salesgirl’s jaw kind of dropped at that. Then Linda picked up a green sequined hiphugger and asked me if I like it. I was still in shock and didn’t answer her immediately.
Then Linda picked up a thong that had “Kiss me, I’m Irish!” written across it. “Too bad Darryl isn’t here. He would love seeing me in these,” she smiled.
Fortunately, that was the extent of the lingerie shopping, and public humiliation. Linda must have felt that she had put me through the wringer enough for one day. We continued on to the men’s department where I picked out a normal dress shirt in green. On Tuesday I wore my new shirt along with my new green panty for my lunch meeting.
I am sure that Darryl got a big kick out of hearing about my shopping outing with Linda. I know that sales gal won’t soon forget it.
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
I am so far behind that I feel I need to talk about some of my most resent activities and catch up on the older stuff when I have more time. I hope that is alright with you.
Last week was a good week for Linda and I. We had some time to relax and enjoy each other as well as enjoy time with our families. Since we got back from
Anyway, let’s start with some pampering, shall we. Thursday evening Linda mentioned that it had been a long time since I had washed her hair for her, so I immediately suggested we retire to the bathroom where I drew her a bath and let her soak in the bubbles as I prepared to wash her hair. If you have never washed your partner’s hair, I strongly suggest you give it a try. It can be so sensual and relaxing, and darn right sexy if done properly. After I had her hair all lathered up, my soapy hands found their way down to her awaiting breasts and gave them a thorough cleaning while teasing her nipples. That set the tone for the rest of the evening.
After she was out of the tub and dried off, we slipped into bed where I continued her pampering with a full body massage, lingering awhile at the fun and naughty places. She was putty in my hands. While lying beside her head to toe/toe to head, she slipped my erection into her mouth as I returned the oral pleasure to her. Then she pushed me onto my back and flipped around to kiss me, exchanging our fluids during a tongue wrestling match, and eased herself onto my waiting penis.
She reminded me that this was the first time I had entered her in almost 4 months. Yes, she had kept me waiting that long. She also reminded me that she hadn’t been fucked in two months, the last time being by Darryl the day we left
“It’s been two months since you have enjoyed this taste also,” she proclaimed as she lowered herself onto my waiting mouth. I licked and sucked, and sicked and lucked for all I was worth as she bucked and rode me. Finally finished, we laid quietly in the afterglow, holding hands and sighing contently.
The next morning at breakfast she asked what I had planned for the day. I told her that I had a hair appointment after lunch and maybe some shopping to do. She asked me what I was shopping for, and I hesitated before telling her that our favorite store was having a sale on the panties that I like and I wanted to pick up some. She smiled as I blushed about revealing my plans, then suggested that we go together after she got off work and then we could grab dinner someplace. Getting out of cooking sounded good to me, so I agreed. Plus, we hadn’t been shopping together since before we went to
When I got to the salon I received a surprise. After I was done getting my hair washed, my stylist, Meghan, smiled at me. I could tell by the look on her face that something was up. It seems that Linda had called her and asked her to do something special for her. Linda told Meghan how I had treated her to a shampoo and massage the night before and Linda wanted to give me a treat in return. With that, Meghan told me that she was going to give me a really cute and sexy AND FEMININE style today. She got out her curling irons and proceeded to cut, curl, spray, tease, backcomb, and toy with my hair. Then, reaching into her drawer, she took out some hair ribbons and wove those into my waves and curls until I was left with an ultra feminine hairstyle. It was cute and would have looked lovely on any gal. The only problem was that I was in guy mode that day and not looking the least bit feminine… until now.
I received many comments and smiles from the other people in the salon as I went to the front counter to pay. Just before leaving Meghan dropped another bombshell. I was supposed to go directly from there and pick up Linda from work so we could go shopping. I had hoped to be able to run home and change clothes and put on some make-up, but Linda had other ideas… I was going to go shopping with my hair done up fancy for all to see!
Linda raved over my hair as she got in the car, then instructed me to drive on to the mall. I have been shopping for women’s clothing many times and have no problems doing so dressed either in guy mode or as
We headed straight for the lingerie department and were greeted immediately by a helpful sales clerk who somehow managed to suppress her laughs while looking at my hair. Of course it came as no surprise to her that we were looking for panties for me and she stayed by our side as we perused the displays and commented on various styles and color. Having finally made my selection, we made our way to the checkout and paid for our purchases. She sent us off with a warm ‘come back again’, and I was sure she would be dashing over to her co-workers to share the latest ‘guess what I just saw’ story.
Fortunately, Linda was more hungry than wanting to shop, so we headed off to dinner. Being a Friday night, our dining choice was quite busy, which meant even more people being exposed to the femme man. Somehow I managed to make it through the whole ordeal without dying of embarrassment, and Linda and I were able to laugh about the strange activity when we got home.
One thing I have to say about living with Linda, it is never dull.