It was too much to ask, especially of a complete stranger, but there was something irresistible about him. He wanted to get on my knees, take him in my mouth, and swallow every ebony drop. I just stood there, staring, with my mouth hanging open, unable to process what was happening. She wanted to see her husband be a sissy. She’d only meant it as a distraction from what he was being asked to do, but now she wanted it. It was as if the idea of wearing lipstick were more shocking than that of having taken a strange man inside his mouth. Cant find what youre looking for Get help and learn more about the design. The way Robert’s eyes widened at the slender tube of lipstick was just so precious. A prescription for daily treatment too, only it's a tough prescription to fill.” Words completely failed me in the face of his impossible mass of manhood. I would love to enroll in this academy and get turned into a white CD sissy boy. “Get your white butt over here,” he yelled from across the street. He had a well-trimmed goatee on his chin, but his head was shiny and bald. He was a big guy, like a football player who’d softened a bit in his retirement, but still powerfully built. It was my lunch hour, and I was walking through the neighborhood, on my way to the coffee shop for my skinny vanilla latte, when I heard a holler of, “Hey, white boy!” I turned to find a middle-aged black man standing in the doorway of one of the new townhomes.
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