Bobbi - Sex Stories

Bobbi

... get over come with shyness and embarrassment when I tried to talk with them. One of the worst times happened with a woman from my apartment complex. I had seen her around there and she just looked so sexy. She was probably about 35 and I just couldn't keep my eyes off her. I happened to run into her at the laundry room one day and tried to strike up a conversation. I was pretty much tongue-tied and did nothing but blush while I tried to ask her about her self. She ended things by telling me I was cute but she just wasn't interested in "little boys". After that, my sex life pretty much consisted of cruising the Internet. It was one the Internet that I started to put some names to my "secret" life. I found a couple of sites that were filled with stories and I spent hours reading and then masturbating for relief. I found pretty quickly that stories about dominant women and submissive men were the biggest turn on. In particular, women feminizing their men were the most irresistible. When I would read these stories and fantasize about being with such a woman, I could sometime get that same feeling that I had with the neighbor girls. That feeling of sexual excitement, fear and shame that was always so intoxicating. I also found myself exploring the "adult" bookstores. At first I didn't buy anything, I just "window shopped" the various thing they had but it didn't take too long to buy a few "toys". I also like to wander the malls. In particular, I like to go through the lingerie ...

... section of the department stores and imagine what it would feel like to be wearing some of the items. On these little trips, I would always try and look casual. Maybe like I was buying something for a girlfriend. On the inside though, I was always excited and scared someone would "know" my secret. On the one hand I was terrified of being discovered as a submissive sissy and on the other the excitement was too much to resist. I just could not stay away. It was a beautiful summer day and once again I had decided to do a little window-shopping at Macy's. It was always a favorite of mine. The lingerie area was a bit more secluded than a lot of the other stores. It gave me more opportunity to look and daydream. I had been wandering through the racks for several minutes and had become engrossed in the bustiers. They were so sexy and as I stood there, it imagined how they would feel and how they would look on me. "That would look good on you, don't you think?" I froze, could think and could not speak. I could feel the terror of being caught in the pit of my stomach and feel my face flush with embarrassment. "Cat got your tongue?" I turned to look. She was 3 or 4 inches taller, slender and blond hair and probably 35 years old.. She was beautiful and her eyes seemed to look through me. I couldn't hold her gaze, I quickly glanced down. I could feel my face burn with embarrassment. She reached down and took my hand "follow me". Without a word, she guided me out of Macy's, down the mall to ...