Edged by the Sissy (gay sissification tease and denial)
Sensational Sissy Stories, #1
Romance, Erotica, Gay, Contemporary, Fiction & Literature, LGBT
| Author: | Sapphire Rush | ISBN: | 9781498975544 |
| Publisher: | Sapphire Rush | Publication: | May 20, 2014 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Sapphire Rush |
| ISBN: | 9781498975544 |
| Publisher: | Sapphire Rush |
| Publication: | May 20, 2014 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
Newly out jock Brandon is quite surprised when his best friend Sam invites him to a drag show, but he keeps an open mind and shows up. When Sensual Sammi Sinn appears on stage, Brandon finds himself having some very interesting feelings indeed; and while Sammi's interested in him, Brandon's going to be waiting a long time before he gets to cum...
This 4,100 word gay sissy erotica story is suitable for adults only and contains feminization, extremely dirty talk, plenty of tease and denial, cross dressing, and challenged expectations.
Excerpt:
"Hi there, stud". Brandon jumped, but restrained himself from spinning around. He'd turn slowly, in his own time. Let whoever that was know that he hadn't been too disturbed by the surprise.
He wheeled gently, and then his jaw dropped. "Sam..." he muttered. The apparition before him giggled, put its hand to his lips.
"You watch yourself", he purred. "That's Miss Sensual Sammi Sinn you're talking to, if you please."
Sensual Sammi Sinn indicated that they should air kiss; but when they did so, Brandon felt glossy lips brush ever so gently against his cheek, and a split second later, he felt a bolt of electricity shoot down his spine and warm his crotch.
He looked at Sam again. Or should it be Sammi? Either way, it was as though he was seeing him for the first time; and, in some ways, he was. He felt another surge of warmth in his groin, felt his cock begin to harden, straining at the crotch of his jeans.
That slinky red dress, the padded chest, the sheer nylons on his legs, the makeup, the lipstick...
He wanted Sam. He wanted to pick Sam up, sling Sammi over his shoulder, carry that tight butt home....
Opposite him, Sammi giggled. "What are you thinking, stud?" He took a step forward, into Brandon's personal space.
Brandon bent down to whisper into Sam's ear. "I want to take you home", he said.
"Do you, now?" Sammi put a finger on his chin, adopting an exaggerated pose of thought. "That's good to know." He turned away for a moment, exchanging a few words with someone else.
Brandon shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot. He was nearly fully hard by this point, and desperately wanted to shove his hand down his pants and rearrange his boner, which was being very uncomfortably constrained by his tight jeans. He couldn't do anything about it, though.
Sammi turned back to him. "OK, stud", he said playfully. "Maybe I'm interested. One condition, though."
"What is it?"
"I call the shots, stud. You want this sissy, you gotta do it my way."
Newly out jock Brandon is quite surprised when his best friend Sam invites him to a drag show, but he keeps an open mind and shows up. When Sensual Sammi Sinn appears on stage, Brandon finds himself having some very interesting feelings indeed; and while Sammi's interested in him, Brandon's going to be waiting a long time before he gets to cum...
This 4,100 word gay sissy erotica story is suitable for adults only and contains feminization, extremely dirty talk, plenty of tease and denial, cross dressing, and challenged expectations.
Excerpt:
"Hi there, stud". Brandon jumped, but restrained himself from spinning around. He'd turn slowly, in his own time. Let whoever that was know that he hadn't been too disturbed by the surprise.
He wheeled gently, and then his jaw dropped. "Sam..." he muttered. The apparition before him giggled, put its hand to his lips.
"You watch yourself", he purred. "That's Miss Sensual Sammi Sinn you're talking to, if you please."
Sensual Sammi Sinn indicated that they should air kiss; but when they did so, Brandon felt glossy lips brush ever so gently against his cheek, and a split second later, he felt a bolt of electricity shoot down his spine and warm his crotch.
He looked at Sam again. Or should it be Sammi? Either way, it was as though he was seeing him for the first time; and, in some ways, he was. He felt another surge of warmth in his groin, felt his cock begin to harden, straining at the crotch of his jeans.
That slinky red dress, the padded chest, the sheer nylons on his legs, the makeup, the lipstick...
He wanted Sam. He wanted to pick Sam up, sling Sammi over his shoulder, carry that tight butt home....
Opposite him, Sammi giggled. "What are you thinking, stud?" He took a step forward, into Brandon's personal space.
Brandon bent down to whisper into Sam's ear. "I want to take you home", he said.
"Do you, now?" Sammi put a finger on his chin, adopting an exaggerated pose of thought. "That's good to know." He turned away for a moment, exchanging a few words with someone else.
Brandon shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot. He was nearly fully hard by this point, and desperately wanted to shove his hand down his pants and rearrange his boner, which was being very uncomfortably constrained by his tight jeans. He couldn't do anything about it, though.
Sammi turned back to him. "OK, stud", he said playfully. "Maybe I'm interested. One condition, though."
"What is it?"
"I call the shots, stud. You want this sissy, you gotta do it my way."
