“I just… I just… I can’t… I need…”“You need what? I gave you money. Isn’t that what these blow jobs were about?”“Yeah but I… I...�� please… please don’t make me say it…” I was whimpering softly now, my voice barely audible.“Say what?” he said. I cried and whimpered for a second. “What is it that you don’t want to say? Tell me.”“I need your cock, okay!! I need it! I’m a sissy bimbo and I need your cock more than anything in this world!! I live for it, I worship, and I need it inside me right now,. He kissed me very tenderly, his lips feeling like feathers against mine. He removed the blindfold from my eyes and I saw him smiling ear to ear. I smiled back and then looked up to find out what was wrapped around my wrists. My clever little husband had used 2 of his neckties to bind my arms above my head. Even without the thrill of not knowing what was to come while blindfolded, I realized that he had chosen a perfect place for his contraption. As I looked around, I realized that the wall size. I dont even like to get nakedwhen I'm alone, honestly.Why? Because as long as I'm wearing clothes, I can almost pretend I'm aregular girl.When I'm nude, I cant hide from my flaws, especially the one between mylegs that never lets me forget I'm not ... regular.It used to be worse - before I started taking hormones, I could hardlystand to look at myself even dressed, but with my breasts coming in alittle, now if I wear the right kind of clothes I guess there are worselooking women out there.But. This felt so wrong but at the same time it felt so good too. Every time that she started to speak I kissed her to shut her up. I made love to Charlotte just like I had dreamt of doing for the past several months. It was ever so slow, it was very gentle, and it was the most loving thing that I had done in a long time.I had been thinking of making love to Charlotte ever since I had seen her at Thanksgiving time when she delivered a pumpkin pie to me that I had bought from her class bake sale. My.