The Cock Sucker Diaries

 

Dear Diary,

 

Hi there diary, it’s me again, your cock sucking friend. You know I started this journal before I had ever tried to get on my knees and suck a cock. I wanted to, but I hadn’t done it yet and you’ve been here with me through all the attempts, both failed and successful. That’s really important you know, to be able to share things with someone. Though you I know I can trust to keep my secrets, as long as I keep you hidden. I can’t imagine what would happen if someone found you! I think that every time I write here, I think about what would happen if someone just picked you up, my dear diary, and flipped through you.

 

I never actually fucked a man (but my Mistress keep encouraging me) and I never dressed like a woman, but those thoughts fuel my every waking fantasy. I LOVE looking at slutty women, but the odd thing is instead of wanting to fuck them myself, I picture them getting fucked and being coerced to or allowed to watch. I picture myself dressed like these slutty women who I adore to look at and stalk and then submitting to a man’s every whim. 

 

The First Pages of the Diary

 

Let see, if they started at the beginning, just choosing random pages they would find longing and aching. All my pages and pages of telling you how desperately I think I want to suck a cock. Oh the whole incident in the locker room at the gym, when I was in the shower and Bob got in too, it was an open shower room and I’d used it plenty with other men, but never really noticed that we were both naked. He was getting wet and soaping up his body, I stood watching him, my eyes moving over his body and suddenly I was imagining walking over and touching his cock, stroking it and then getting on my knees and sucking it. My cock got hard and he noticed me staring all at the same time. I panicked ready for him to punch me or call me a “faggot” or something but he didn’t, he just ran him eyes down to my hard cock, to make sure I knew that he knew and then went back to his shower. Even though I was embarrassed, I stayed hard and kept picturing sucking him off while I was washing up. Even with my eyes closed under the stream of water I was picturing him naked and how beautiful that dick looked. I couldn’t believe myself and when I opened my eyes he was gone.

 

Then I Started Looking for Someone To Suck

 

That was only the beginning though, but you know that diary and so would anyone else who flipped through you. They’d know he was the first and that after that I started obsessing about sucking cock. Those first times I went to bars, looking for men to suck. I was so nervous. Do you remember diary? Of course you do! You remember everything, you keep it all safe here for me, so I can look back and remember those butterflies in my stomach, so excited and nervous and turned on. Those times hanging out in the men’s bathroom, just waiting to see if the guy I slipped a note to on the dance floor would meet me back there! That was so dangerous but so exciting. I wouldn’t do it now, I know better, after that train I ended up sucking off one night in that very bathroom. Too many cocks. *laugh* I didn’t think that was possible. But it is!

 

Now I Have A Mistress

 

Anyone reading you now, would find that I have a Mistress. She is the one who really taught me the fine art of being a good cock sucker. She instructed me on where to go and what to do and since meeting her I’ve sucked more cock than I can even count and not in a crazy dangerous way. Before I was going to cock sucking holes or walking up to strangers and offering my services. Sounds crazy I know and usually I got shot down and often came back here to you Diary, and told you how upset I was to have to resort to sucking a dildo. But not now. Now I have my Mistress, and I suck cock for her!

 

When we first started she told me that I couldn’t suck any of her friends until I proved how good I was. She made me practice on her strap on dildo. Telling me to keep going for hours and hours, since she wanted to make sure I was prepared to service any of her friends who might want to come to the party. She told me that I couldn’t very well decide my mouth was tired and once I realized that complaining only made it last longer I stopped. And after I stopped whining I got much better at sucking and soon she was throwing parties with me as the cock sucking star. She’d parade me out and anytime during the party one of the guys could request I suck and I would. I loved every second of it the first time we did it and I love it now!

 

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