My journey to sissy satisfaction - Sex Stories

My journey to sissy satisfaction

I suppose it was satisfaction that I craved, I suppose that's what we all seek from life, isn't it? I'd realised for a long time that I was a pervert. For me it was a realisation that came to me slowly, over years. In large part this was because I had tried to deny it to myself When society teaches you that the things which really, truly arouse you the most are wrong you try hard to convince yourself that other ways to relieve yourself sexually are just as satisfying. So, as a young boy first experiencing pornography, I sought out the sort of vanilla, mainstream pornography that I presumed was normal. Blonde, white girls with huge tits smiling at the camera and showing off. Occasionally spreading their legs so my youthful gaze could observe the magical promise of what was normally hidden. And wow, I pumped a lot of pre and teen cum looking at girls like these. Then I began to see these same sort of girls posing with men, adult men with cocks that looked like the one that I had now developed and was furiously masturbating multiple times a day. I adored watching the girls touch the cocks, wrap their hands around them and see their beautifully painted nails contrast against the thick masculine penis. Better still, to see their full, bright red, lips envelop the solid cock. I marvelled at how some of the girls managed to make even the largest cocks I saw disappear, as if by magic, inside their mouths. How was this possible? I looked down at the size of my cock, and pictured the ...

... size of the mouths of the girls in my class, and thick, white wads of spunk, just like that produced by the porn star men, fired out, almost across the room, across my chest, sometimes even shocking me by splattering my own face, when I imagined my class mates being throat fucked that way. I feel as though I could write for hours, about the long, winding route I took from those early forays into masturbation and pornography into where I found myself in the toilets of that sex cinema, looking into the mirror and seeing that glazed look of pure satisfaction staring back at me. If you enjoy reading this story, believe me, there are so many more I could tell, but I will try and stay on topic as much as possible. I had various girlfriends, some beautiful, some not, some who loved sex, some who did it because they knew they had to in order to keep hold of a boyfriend. But with the good ones, I began to learn how to fuck properly. I loved to fuck so much, and was so obsessed with the thought of it from such an early age, the hardest thing to do was to learn how not shoot my perv seed within seconds of the poor girl pulling her panties to one side and letting me penetrate her. Even that wasn't a disaster though as when you have the sex drive of a serial sex offender, you're hard again very quickly when you're with a teenage girl. But I was always polite, I restrained myself from saying out loud the thoughts that raced through my head as we fucked, I didn't call them 'bitch', 'whore', ...