Six Signs of Summer

I’ve always loved the winter. As the nights draw in, getting darker and darker earlier and earlier, it becomes easier and easier to jump in the car in as Candy and be off for a gurlie meetup at a reasonable hour.

But the summer, too… how can we resist the rising temperatures! All those skimpy summer frocks trigger a trannie’s mind… the enchantment of real girl curves, swinging hips, the wonder of is she or isn’t she wearing panties, or maybe a thong. I really must keep my legs as smooth. Oh, and then I’m distracted by the glimpse of more than a pantyline… how that sun shines on these frocks. In the sun, the High Street is a sissy's paradise on parade. Now I know it was thong. If only she knew I have matching ones on. Now that’s got me dreaming. Will this year be the year I get my very own tan lines. Can you imagine the humiliation of exposure. If only I could find a secret secluded spot to sunbathe! Oh well, if not sunbathing, maybe I could have a 70s tennis party – frilly panties all round in the mixed doubles. Or maybe organise a bike ride… oh how lovely is the feel of the breeze up my skirt. My trannie mind is in full flow. And what summer would be complete without a butterfly!

Six Ways to Make Up

I remember well the last time I went to bed in something other than a femmie nightie. After a huffy argument with Audrey, I slipped into sulky silence, stayed up late on my own and went to bed wearing just a T-shirt. Audrey, still awake, asked me what on earth I thought I was doing and told me to get up and put on the babydoll ensemble that was under the pillow - a very short, ruffly red set that had even more red ruffles across the panties. I did as I was told.  The attitude disappeared quickly and after lying in bed for a few minutes I was soon telling her I was sorry.

That solved that. We have since come up with a few more ways to get over those sissy fits and little huffy humps to make up and move on quickly.

1. My favourite is when Audrey leaves her panties on the bathroom floor. The first time she did this, I wondered if they had just been forgotten. Should I tidy them up and put them into the washing basket? Enough wondering. I had to take in her sweet scent. Smell, taste, taste more. She too could taste it on my lips when in bed. “Make pussy purr, baby” she whispers. That’s our ritual.

2. Another favourite is the maintenance spanking and aftercare. I think it’s the anticipation, the submission that rushes through me as my panties are pulled down to my knees, the confession, the contrition. And all that after-cream that soothes.

3. Tittie grazing. A gentle session of tittie teasing. Audrey brushes her titties all over me after some days, if not weeks, of no cummies. Waves of little brush strokes as she hovers above me dangling those mounds of femmie flesh. She reassures me that everything will be alright if her little sissy can just learn to let go. She can see my big sissy stick start to leak its juices. She knows I need milking. But more than that she knows I need to be denied again tonight. Again, the hard nipple brushes my lips and lingers. Gently I work around her tittie and work it firmly between my lips. I can be so good. I’ll get to taste her dripping pussy. More purring.

4. Waking up in the doldrums with only a day at the horroffice to look forward to, there’s nothing like having some panties left out that will brighten up the day – texting tasks, sending Audrey photos, promises of pantie inspections later. A day spent tease-texting. I know if I want cummies tonight Audrey will ask to hear some of the dirty little sissy thoughts that have been spinning through my head. There must be plenty of sissy panties and frills, and a sissy fantasy that she never knew occupied the frilly pink corners of my world.

5. Ass worship… starts with a long, slow back massage. Slowly moving to caress Audrey’ silky ass. Gently brush her little boy pussy. She knows my desire. She can feel it leaking and gently slapping into her soft mounds. Ease her ass cheeks more and more apart and the promise of my moist tongue has her hips bucking backwards to find it. Gently circling and then tongue fucking her sweet ass, sissy bliss sweeps through me. Sometimes, just sometimes, I get the treat of a gentle ass cheek milking. I think Audrey loves knowing just how easily she can get her sissy to do spurties for her. Only when she says.

6. Finally, there is nothing like a girle night out together. The planning, the preparation, the shock of the cold night air on our legs, and then the click of those heels on the pavement together!