"Be Careful What You Wish For Sissy"

I received that text message today from my cheerleader's quarterback shortly after I posted this gif on my Tumblr blog.

Then he directed that I post the photo on this blog and report his text message.  Although he did not indicate precisely what he meant by his text message, I take it as a warning of things to come.

Sissy Confession

Do I fantasize sharing a big black cock with my cheerleader?  Yes.  I do.  Do I fear her quarterback will carry through with his hint that he might supply one for me to experience?  Yes.  I do.

*My cheerleader's quarterback sent me a text message last night instructing me to post a true confession about my fantasy of sucking a big black cock.  I cannot describe how filled with anxiety I am knowing that he and my cheerleader will be reading this post and what it might lead to in my sissy life.

Happy Independence Day

This holiday, perhaps more than any other we celebrate in the United States, means so much to so many.  The countless lives that have been sacrificed to earn and maintain the freedom that strong men and women fought for over the years is honored and, hopefully, the message of how difficult it is for a society to endure through the constant challenges thrown in the path of freedom, all comes together in this one special holiday.  I am thankful beyond measure for the freedoms I am able to enjoy.

Discovered! - It Was Bound To Happen Sooner Or Later

[NOTE - Anyone who is just beginning to read my blog might want to read the following early entries in my blog about my sissy journey before reading this latest entry: A Little More Background - Am I Sure I Should Do This? - I'm Afraid - These - Where It All Started - Then, These - Miss Flo - Caught For The First Time - About My Last Post - Bikini Panties!!! - A Virgin Bride (And Groom) - Exhausted Sissy Needs Stress Relief! - Sissy Marries Cheerleader - Sissy Makes Life With Cheerleader - Cheerleader Discovers Sissy - Cheerleader Accepts Sissy - Cheerleader And Sissy Grow - Cheerleader Asserts Control - Cheerleader Teases Sissy - Cheerleader And Sissy Settle In To New Home - Cheerleader Cucks Sissy - Cheerleader and Sissy Are Mentored - Sissy Offers Context For Cheerleader - Sissy Sees Her Future - Sissy Adapts To Chastity - Sissy And Cheerleader Spend A Weekend Apart – Our Weekend Apart Aftermath – Cheerleader Has A Heart-To-Heart With Sissy - Sissy And Cheerleader's Last Weekend With Andrea - Part One - Sissy And Cheerleader's Last Weekend With Andrea - Part Two - Cheerleader Thanks Sissy - Cheerleader Does A Sleepover - How My Cheerleader Vets Men - Cheerleader Flirts - With Purpose - Cheerleader Is A Happy Girl - Cheerleader Learns – Juggling Isn’t Easy - Cheerleader Gets An Itch - My Cheerleader's Summer of Contentment – My Cheerleader and Her Quarterback -  Cheerleader and Sissy Reach Accord (And Satisfaction) - Sissy Catches Up, Cheerleader Goes Sailing. These are the previous posts that tell the story about my sissy journey.]  

I have not updated my blog with any personal information, to speak of, in over a year.  The last post was on June 28, 2015, entitled, “Sissy Catches Up, Cheerleader GoesSailing.”  During the past year I have had many readers ask me when I was going to continue telling my story about my journey as a sissy.  I’ve made promises, but haven’t followed through.  My excuse, at least to myself, has been that there has been so much going on that I haven’t been able to re-focus on telling my sissy story.  Instead, I’ve been living it.  And, believe me, a lot has happened.  Whether I go back and bring everyone up to speed is going to depend, I suppose, upon a conversation that is probably going to occur later today between me and my Cheerleader.  For now, suffice it to say, I’m reporting that I have been officially found out.  In fact, this post, unlike any thing else I’ve ever posted on my blog, is being written at the explicit instruction of my Cheerleader, who now knows about my blog.

Over the last few years, as I’ve written about my sissy life, many readers have asked about how much my Cheerleader knows about what I’ve written.  The answer was always the same – Nothing!  She has told me she worries about publicly sharing things about our lifestyle and so I kept the blog a secret from her, at least to the extent that I never told her that I was sharing my (our) story.  I always felt like I fictionalized names enough that no one would ever be able to trace it to us.  And for the longest time I was able to carry it off because my Cheerleader, frankly, isn’t a blog follower and doesn’t use Tumblr either, where I maintain a very active blog (also titled “Leeanne’sSissy Musings”) posting photos that, well, reveal my various kinks and turn-ons.  Unfortunately, while my Cheerleader doesn’t follow Tumblr, her Quarterback does.  Yes.  She and her ex are still seeing each other.  And yes, there is quite a bit to tell about their relationship and how it has progressed.  Whether I actually write about it though, as I’ve said, will probably turn on a conversation my Cheerleader and I will likely have later today - after he leaves. 

For now, here is what I have been instructed to post on my blog this morning – My Cheerleader knows that I have written about our lives.  And while I suspect she has read it all, I don’t know it for a fact.  I do know her Quarterback has read it all.  He told me so last night.  In front of my Cheerleader.  In a manner that made it impossible for me to even think of denying the truth.  In short, I’ve been discovered.  My Cheerleader is no longer in the dark about me sharing the intimate details of our lifestyle, and I suspect everything is about to change. 

Don’t worry or feel bad for me.  As I’ve said many times when I’ve shared particularly humiliating events in my sissy journey, or things that have happened that have been difficult for me to endure or process, I made this bed many years ago and so, if I must, I will sleep in it.  My only hope right now, as I write this post while my Cheerleader and her Quarterback sleep in our bed, is that I will be in that bed tonight and that she won’t see this as the final straw and end things.  That is my only hope right now.  Thanks to all who have supported me over the years and if you can send positive vibes my way, I thank you for that.

Sissy Heaven?

Finally Fucked

Your wife had seemed reluctant when you first suggested that she consider having sex with another man. A real man.  Since you were so weak and ineffective at pleasing her. But then, after she accepted your feminine nature, and began dressing you in her pretty feminine lingerie, she relented and allowed you to invite her boss over for dinner. Then, after a few drinks, he let it be known that he was ready to get down to business. And so you undressed your wife for him, and then him for her, taking your seat to the side to, as he put it, “Watch how a real man does it sissy.” And your wife? Well, she kept her eyes on you the entire time, and though she only made sounds, like, “aaahhhh!, and ohhhhh!, and yesssss!, and oh fuck!,” and other grunting and moaning and mewing noises, she made it known to you that finally she understood what it meant to be fucked.

Quiet Time

Truly, as much as I enjoy sucking and working a cock to coax a man’s cum out of it, it is sometimes even better to simply cuddle with one and feel it next to your face, contemplating its awesomeness.