August 8, 2011

Prissy Sissy

Oh he wanted to dress like a sissy so bad he moaned and groaned for weeks about it.He just didn’t know what kind of sissy he wanted to be so we talked and talked it over and so i told him we could dress him up just like the little girlie sissy he so wanted to be and if he wanted more then we could add that also.Shopping with these little sissy was a blast she sure knew about what she wanted she loved all of the pastel colors we came across from one shop to another we went then we popped into this one like a hole in corner little shop and there it stood out the most perfect outfit just made for these sissy.Got the sales lady to show us the dressing room and she tried the whole outfit on.It was a perfect fit so i ask her if this is what she wanted she looked at me with tears in her eyes and said yes granny.So i went and paid for the outfit and went back to the dressing room and told her to change into her other clothes she had worn in here with eyes still with tears in them she said can i please wear it home i looked at her face and told her sure it was all hers and paid for.She walked out of that little shop like she had won a million bucks.Now my sweet little sissy is very happy. Silvie 1-888-430-2010 For all of your sexual and nasty fantasies i am here
July 31, 2011

True Friendship

  Are you tired of those sissy ‘friendship’ poems that always sound good, But never actually come close to reality? Well, behold below a series of promises that actually speak of true friendship. No cutesy little smiley faces on this card- Just the stone cold truth of our great friendship. 1. When you are sad — I will jump on the person who made you sad like a spider monkey jacked up on mountain dew. 2. When you are blue — I will try to dislodge whatever is choking you. 3. When you smile — I will know you are plotting something that I must be involved in. 4. When you are scared — I will rag on you about it every chance I get. 5. When you are worried — I will tell you horrible stories about how much Worse it could be until you quit whining. 6. When you are confused — I will use little words. 7. When you are sick — Stay away from me until you are well Again. I don’t want whatever you have. 8. When you fall — I will point and laugh at your clumsy butt. 9. This is my oath…. I pledge it to the end. ”Why?” you may ask. by Mark Alan Keyser Lily I found this poem and wanted to share it ”Because…you are my friend”.
July 21, 2011

Prissy Sissy

Oh look how cute you are in that adorable outfit you know that you do don’t you.All dressed up in that frilly dress now i do think you need to go shopping with me for even more cute outfits. We can have so much fun just think just think we can get you a outfit for every day of the week plus all those special occassions.Plus some cute little shoes,socks,panties to go over those diapers you will be wearing lol.Now when i get you all dressed up Mommy is going to take you for a nice ride on the back of her bike just to watch those ruffles flapping in the wind. Mommy Lorraine Mommy Lorraine is here for all of your fantasies and dreams 1-888-430-2010
June 27, 2011

Mr. Mousy’s Encounter

Twas a warm spring night and all through the house. Not a creature was stirring with the exception of “Mr. Mouse!” Biggio the cat was all snuggled up in his bed. Dreams of a fat juicy mouse most likely running through his head. Up pops Mr. Mousy through a tiny hole in the floor. He scampers right past that cat making it to the cabinet door… Hops into a drawer and begins to rummage around. The slumbering cat doesn’t even hear a sound. Now, Mr. Mousy is having a blast playing about. That is until the drawer is quickly pulled out! There’s a scream and suddenly Mr. Mousy hits the floor… Too close for comfort… by the cat’s bed on the floor. All too quickly the cat is set into motion, as he stirs from slumber having heard all the commotion! What??? …is someone tap dancing on MY kitchen floor? Gaining his composure he pounces upon Mr. Mousy over by the cabinet door. Now, Mr. Mousy rolls over and begins to play dead… The cat soon tires and considers going back to his bed. Mr. Mousy seizing the moment, recovers in a flash. Taking off in a most frenzied dash! The cat is left standing in utter confusion. Could this be a bad dream or possibly an optical illusion? “NO, this has to be real,” his nose once again catches Mr. Mousy’s scent… “How dare that disorderly mouse leave without MY consent!” The cat is not finished with this unwelcome guest… He has just entered into a “mouse hunting quest!” He can be found most often over by that cabinet door. Or lying with his nose real close to that tiny hole in the floor. So Mr. Mousy you better “beware”… Mr. Biggio’s watching for ya to come sneaking around there!!! Martha Franks April 12, 2000
May 22, 2011

Little Sissy

Ah such a sweet little sissy you are huh,you love being dressed up and diapered and prancing around the house and also up and down the neighborhood showing off those cute little dresses and rumbas you wear.But not always because you want to hehe Its because at times you are a bad sissy and have to be punished and put into your place.That’s because you seem to like explore and go out all on your own which is not a good thing at times now it is.You know Lily knows what is best for you.And that is for you to stay in her nursery as the sissy baby you are and always will be its either that or get punished and you my dear little sweet sissy does not like that type of punishment hmm. Lily As you know Lily is your sensual  Mommy and your loving granny she is here for all your needs no matter what they are.
May 16, 2011

Let Sleeping Cats Lie

A poet’s cat, sedate and grave, as poet would wish to have, was much addicted to enquire, for nooks to which she might retire, and where, secure as mouse in chink, she might repose, or sit and think. I know not where she caught her trick, nature perhaps herself had cast her, in such a mold philosophique, or else she learn’d it of her master. Sometimes ascending, debonair, an apple tree or lofty pear, lodg’d with convenience in the fork, she watched the gard’ner at his work; sometimes her ease and solace sought, in an old empty wat’ring pot, there wanting nothing, save a fan, to seem some nymph in her sedan, apparell’d in exactest sort, and ready to be borne in court. William Cowper (1731 – 1800) Lorraine Now as you know mommy lorraine is always here for all your sexual and fantasy needs so give her a call
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