Archive for March, 2009

Morning Routine Part 4

March 19, 2009

This is the fourth part in a multi-part series.  If you click on the Morning Routine tag, you can see them all. Or if you prefer part 1, part 2, & part 3.

I lay beneath the table, under Sir’s feet.  Very turned on from the events so far this morning, but happy just to be of service to him.  Sir read his paper and enjoyed his breakfast.  I squirmed occasionally, but did my best to keep still for him.

After a while, Sir pushed his plate to the side and gave a contented sigh, full from his meal.  This was usually my sign to get up and clear his place.  I waited for him to remove his feet from me.

“Slut, despite the incident with the paper, you have been a very good girl this morning.”

I blushed, “Thank you, Sir.”

“And as such, I’ve decided to give you a treat before I leave for work.”



Lips (HNT)

March 19, 2009


My lips. One of the few parts of me that I feel are naturally feminine. No enhancements, no changes from hormones, just me and my luscious lips.

And so many wonderful things revolve around lips.

A kiss is the first thought usually to pop to mind, lips against lips.

Your partner’s teeth, sunk into your bottom lip.

Lips suckling on a nipple.

Brushing soft lips along your lovers neck.

Pouting is a wonderful form of play, full lips, poking out.

And of course, lips pursed tight around a cock, gently or quickly sliding up and down, trying to coax a treat from him.

Lips are such wonderfully, lovely, sexy things. 🙂

Phantom Parts

March 18, 2009

I know I’ve read about phantom limb syndrom, where people who have lost a limb can still feel the limb, even though it’s not really there.  The brain is wired to feel those neurons, so it keeps feeling them. This all makes sense to me.

However, I have days where I feel phantom parts. Even though I don’t and never have had those parts. I know I mentioned it the other day, when talking about my play session with Mina and Sylvanus.

Today is one of those days. As I’ve walk, I can feel the weight of my breasts bouncing, feel my nipples rubbing against my shirt. I can feel the weight just there, just if I think about it now.  Thanks to my fiction this morning, I have been a very horny girl and as such, I can feel a very hungry/empty opening between my legs, that’s not normally there.

These are really nice feelings actually, when it happens, I try to occasionally take a moment and close my eyes and savor them.

I know, the people reading probably think I’m crazy. Maybe I am. But this kind of craziness, I can deal with. 🙂

Morning Routine Part 3

March 18, 2009

This is the third part in a multi-part series.  If you click on the Morning Routine tag, you can see them all. Or if you prefer part 1 and part 2.

I lay providing support for Sir’s feet and listening to him give me permission to pee over and over, while he eats the yummy breakfast I fixed for him. I begin to purr contentedly, knowing how much I am pleasing him and how much he likes to hear me purr. This only lasts a few moments though. I hear him call me over the sounds from my headset.


“Yes Sir!”

“Come here and bend over!”

My mind races as I crawl out and once again grab my ankles.  What did I forget?

He reaches down and turns of the sounds repeating in my ears.

As if reading my mind, Sir asks, “What did you forget, slut?”

“I…I don’t know, Sir.”


Question and Answer Month

March 17, 2009

I’ve seen this on several blogs that I’ve read. And I thought that I might participate as well. It’s very simple. You give me questions and I give you answers. You can either leave your comments in the comments of this post or you can email me at justalilbit at g mail. I can’t wait to see what you would like to know! 🙂

Morning Routine Part 2

March 16, 2009

This is part two of a multi-part series.  You can find part one here.

As I lay there waiting for Sir to get our of the finish, things went from bad to worse. The only sound in the entire house was the running water from Sir’s shower. My bladder screamed at me pee.

While laying there though I found myself growing more and more wet. Here I was, squirming on the floor, desperately needing to pee, but waiting for his permission for such a basic bodily function.

The growing warmth that spread through my pussy, distracted one set of bodily urges with another. I rubbed my thighs together, knowing better than to touch myself without approval.

I was so distracted by my growing horniness, I did not notice the sound of the shower cut off nor the sound of Sir coming out of the bathroom. So the scene he walked into was the sight of me, laying at the foot of his chair, rubbing my thighs together.


Morning Routine Part 1

March 16, 2009

Three of us are in the bed.  Sir and Ma’am are both sleeping soundly, while I lay curled up at there feet, covered by a small blanket, totally nude except for my collar with an alarm attached and ear buds running from the alarm to my ears, taped there so I will not lose them in my sleep.

All is quiet, when my first alarm goes off in my ears.  Sir set up my alarm for me, designed to keep me ready for when I might need to service him or Ma’am.  I awake each morning to the sounds of Sir and Ma’am fucking.  It is quite a lovely way to wake up and I am not to turn it off until the alarm is done playing all 15 minutes of it.  I walk into the kitchen to start Sir’s breakfast.

“Apron or no apron this morning?” I wonder to myself.  I decide to go with the apron, no sense in getting grease on my body if someone needs to play with it.  I place my apron on and cook Sir’s favorite breakfast, biscuits, gravy, bacon and eggs.  He has been eating healthier lately, but I still fix his favorites once a week, he works hard and deserves such treats.  I place them on the table along with some orange juice and start the coffee brewing.  I look up at the clock, my next alarm will go off in two minutes, there will be no time to go back to sleep before it. I take off my apron and head towards the bedroom.


My Body (HNT in text)

March 12, 2009

My body is an odd place to live.  To a certain point there is a disconnect there. Yes, I feel what it feels, I get sick and experience everything it goes through.  But it feels like it’s not my own. That I am stuck in someone else’s shell, so to speak.  That is at least the most frequent feeling.

I occasionally have days though, that are not like that. I am who I am and my gender problems slide into the background.  They come rarely, last a few days and fade away.

The moments when I’m ok with myself, make the usual state of things all the more jarring.

As I sit here at my desk and take inventory of myself.  I feel so unfeminine.  I do have the arms of a woman, slender and sleek, with only light wisps of hair.  And I was blessed with several natural features, high cheekbones, long lashes and full pouty lips. I remember dressing in “drag” one Halloween in college, I got some amazing compliments on my legs.

My ass has a wonderful curve to it for a “white guy.” I give thanks to that for the herbals I took in college and my limited time on Climera for that.  And my breasts have a touch of body to them, (not even AA) but with my chubby stomach, it looks like it’s all from being chubby.  My nipples and aereoleas are definitely a bit oversized, but again, could easily be explained away.  (Although, they are wonderfully sensitive though. See thanks above.)

The fact that everything can be explained away is actually a good thing.  It means there is little chance anyone can stumble on my “condition” and I risk custody of my kids over it.

But the rest of me is all male.  I’m not naturally a furry guy, so while there’s not much of it, I’ve still got all the hair that goes with the male places.  But even when I rid myself of all of my body hair, I still feel so unattractive, that I don’t bother anymore.  As the often quoted phrase goes, “I shaved my legs for this?”

And then there are my male bits.  Definitely unfeminine.  And I have a weirder relationship with them than the rest of me.  My mind goes back and forth and back and forth on how I feel about them.  Some days I like having them and would love to be a woman except keeping those as functional parts.  Other days, I want to be all woman and want rid of this extra meat and have a nice warm wonderful pussy. I think I would be happier their if I could change my genetailia according to my whims. (See, I don’t ask for much. ;))

This post has rambled from where I thought it was going and sort-of has become a HNT in text.  I bare my body before you in my words.

I guess when it comes down to the end, the reason this post veered is it has gone back to reminding me just how unattractive I feel.  I want to be able to go out and feel pretty.  I’m not looking for drop dead gorgeous, but pretty.  I want to be hit on,  not because I’m obviously male in female’s clothing, but because a am an attractive woman.

But it all comes down to, I can’t take that risk.  Maybe if I was in another state, where only a handful of friends knew me, I could go out dressed up.  But even then, I feel like there’s very little chance of me actually looking attractive.

My children are the most important thing in the world to me.  Period. I can’t risk losing custody to their crazy/neglectful mother.  So what little transitioning I do, I do in stealth. I don’t go out in “cross-gender” clothes, except for Halloween. And very little chance of ever feeling pretty.

I’m going to wrap this up, before I cry anymore at work.  But here I am with my soul (and body) exposed to you all. Happy HNT to you all.

Horny Bitch

March 11, 2009

I met him at a play party and things just clicked.  As the evening wore on, he invited me to his place and I gladly accepted.  Things flew once we got there, just a torrid change up of flogging and touching and biting and teasing.  We’ve been at it for what seems like hours.  My nerve endings are all lit up.  Every touch sends shivers throughout my entire body.  After all this lovely torture, he has bent me over the end of the bed and taken to spanking me.

I wait, wondering when the next blow of the paddle will come in contact with my bare ass. He constantly changes the pace on me, leaving the wonderful tension of not knowing when the next rush will come.




I moan from his painful attention. “Are you wet slut?”

“Oh yes, this slut is so wet from your spankings!”

He reaches down and aggressively shoves two fingers into my hungry cunt, twirling them around. I gasp at his rough attention.

“Why yes, I do believe you are! Are you wanting something wet slut?”

I purr one word, “Cock!”


Another Wonderful Afternoon

March 11, 2009

Yestarday, I had another absolutely wonderful Twitter play session with Mina and Sylvanus. Oh to do such wonderfully delicious things to her cunt and his cock in front of so many, I’ve had many real life encounters that are no where near as intense.

To serve them the way I did yesterday was absolutely wonderful. And in a way, I wasn’t just servicing them, but servicing all those who read it. I think I gave them pleasure and hope I did so to others. My mind created the tastes and feels of our words. I know it made me a very turned on girl.

But, for now at least, it is over and I have turned back into a pumpkin. But today is another day and we shall see what it will bring.

Have a wonderfully sexy day and I’ll see you twitside.