Monday, July 16, 2012

Introducing Mr.Cock

I have long resisted getting a dildo. Many were surprised how I didn't have one for so long. For one I was hoping that maybe one day that I might actually decide to be a man instead of a sissy. After years of prancing on and off in panties, I have finally accepted that I am just a little sissy gurl. I only need to look at my bald little sissy clitty nub to realize that. So, a couple of weeks ago after much deliberation, I gave in to my craving and bought Mr. Cock - a big, hard, ballsy, black, realistic dildo.

As soon as I opened the box and held Mr.Cock in my hand, I felt emasculated as never before. I could wrap both my slender hands around the shaft and still see the head sticking out. Intimidated by the cock, my little marbles pulled back up. My limp little peanut shrunk even further in shame. There is no way my teenie weenie is going to ever dream about pussy again. It's not meant to be. It's insult to women to even dream like that. Overwhelmed with a new respect for real cock, I stripped naked, knelt down and kissed Mr. Cock. I am not a man. I am just a pretender with a puny little dicklette. I am a sissy!