On the way, there were stretches of complete darkness. Sofia started getting frisky. She had worn a knee length sleeveless dress. Seeing a little empt...y place, I pulled over to the side. I looked in to her eyes. They sparkled with mischief.I got down, went over to her side and whipped out my cock. She grabbed it and starting sucking it. I could see the highway and the trucks, bikes and cars starting blurring in the distance. I don’t know where my lover had taken me, but it was not where I was.. A sissy is a transvestite who’s primary sexual interest lies not just in wearing feminine clothing, but in becoming an exaggerated version of femininity. Femininity as seen through the lens of traditional hetero male sexual desire. Sissies are not seeking to become women in a normal sense, but are instead seeking to become the object of their desires. Their ultimate fantasy woman if they were normal, rather than being a sissy. Sissies are transvestites who can’t be sated by just throwing on. .... I met my latest boyfriend on September 3rd at a local swimming pool. I often go there on a Saturday but hadn't seen this boy before. I guess it was a purely physical attraction from the start because I noticed the bulge inside his swimming trunks first, and then his chest and legs. The fact that he was quite ordinary looking didn't seem to matter and when came across and chatted and asked me out that evening I was really happy. I went home that afternoon already in a state of wet sexual. ”Sherie turned and walked the short distance to the edge of the creek then looked back at me. She twirled her finger as if to say turn around. I smirked and turned my back. I heard the zip of her shorts and the glide as she pushed them down her young legs. A curse under her breath.”What's wrong?” I called over my shoulder.”I tore my shirt,” she replied. I heard the splash of water as she waded into the creek. The fire cast an auburn glow on the trees at the edge of the glittering rocks. I.