…I can’t help but wonder.
Can’t Get Her Off Of My Mind
In a red leather jacket, black fitted turtleneck, dark wash jeans, and deep red leather high heeled boots she was quite stylish. Her nails were a medium length french manicure. Her dark, shoulder length hair was in big, soft curls. Her makeup, a show of over eagerness, was overly dramatic for the day but, even I must admit, well done. This fucking sissy was, as they say, stylin’ and profilin’.
Sissy Time and The City
I often speak with exquisitely dressed guys and gals from small towns around the country who dare not go out dressed up in their conservative, judgmental communities. I enthusiastically tell them about my free city and encourage cross dressing, cockcraver’s vacays to New York where one can be totally free to be. So, when I saw this little lady consulting her subway map and fiddling with her little pink digital camera (both telltale signs of a tourist), my interest was piqued. We kept making eye contact. Long, lingering glances. Perhaps she thought I was staring. Perhaps this time I was. I usually try not to. But this time, as I said, I couldn’t help but wonder…especially when as she was about to exit the train she looked back at me and gave me a big smile.
Don’t Be Shy, Dish
So, what was it? A mutual admiration of two stylish girls on a subway train? Or did two girlfriends who’ve shared secrets and fantasies recognize each other that Saturday afternoon? Well, don’t keep me in suspense. If it was you, call me and let me know. And dish all the dirty details about your trip. You know how much I love to hear the details…
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