Drink Me (Sissy Story) by sdvine - Sex Stories

Drink Me (Sissy Story) by sdvine

... someone, but odds are it would just get me thrown in jail. Don't you know any single guys? How hard of a sell could this possibly be?" I began to run my fingers through my hair. It must have looked a mess after all that thrashing around. "Well, I guess I know a someone or two," Kiki said, with another face scrunch, "it just makes me feel weird, like I'm pimping you or something." "If it helps, think of it as helping a new girl in town network." We both chuckled a little bit, and she started to nod. I added, "Plus, you'll be screening these guys, too, because you know them. Picking up some random guy is a little dicey in regard to cleanliness and such." "Okay, I'll make some calls, but I can't promise anything right off the bat. They might not be around, or busy. In the meantime, you should probably shower. Either way, it'd be a good idea." I had to agree with her. My hair was a mess, and a layer of sweat was glistening over most of my body. As Kiki went to get her phone and call, I made my way to the bathroom. After turning the water on and getting the temperature right where I like it, I had a brief moment of panic. I was going to actively touching myself as I cleaned...what if I lost control again? I wasn't afraid of pleasuring myself; I was just worried about not being able to get cleaned up as a result of a sex drive that was teetering on the edge of out of control. Figuring I had little choice but to brave it, I stepped all the way in. The water running all over my body ...

... felt great, but so far it wasn't causing my brain to slide in to what I had decided to call "slut mode." I dipped my head under the stream, and for the first time realized just how much more hair I now had. The water made it very heavy, very fast, but it was worth it. I hadn't really dwelled on my longer hair, but I did remember thinking it looked very luxurious grown out as it had. Keeping it clean would be something of a chore, but a good one. I lathered it up, having to add more shampoo twice as I kept under-estimating the amount I needed, and rinsed it through. I had a bottle of conditioner that I had barely used, and I grabbed that and added it in. As I let it sit, I thought to myself "moment of truth," and grabbed my soap and cleaning poof. I reflected briefly that it was a good thing I preferred more neutral smelling body soaps, took a deep breath, and started lathering my body up and down. I shouldn't have worried. Oh, it felt good. Very good, but I was still able to think clearly. I worked on cleaning my boobs, and I realized again how much bigger they were than I expected. I lifted them up to lather up underneath, and marveled. I was right, they were about the size of my head, but rounder. As unexpected their size was, at the moment I was glad. I loved them. My breath caught in my throat as the poof went over top of my nipples, making them stiffen and ache. I took a second to compose myself, and then continued with the rest of my body. When I got to between my legs, ...